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HAPPY BIRTHDAY GALLAHOOCH. BITCH, YOU IS 40 AND THAT PERM NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD.

i have just popped in ben folds 'rockin the suburbs' for the first time. the first song is halfway over. i love it already. coil, you officially rock. better print that and blow it up tho, dude. cant imagine saying it again.

suddenly i have a weird headache. blah. not at all related to my man ben.

it was sunday but didnt feel like it at all since i worked. it fucks my shit all up to work sundays. felt more like a monday and i come home all discombobulated and mixed up as to where everyone else is. it was a really good day at work. no stress, good flow of customers, and the new truce with paul actually held up. it was fun. this guy i rarely work with was there and he called me 'fraggle rock' or just 'fraggle' all day because of my hair. he must have thought it bugged me, but i found it amusing. pretty fitting too actually.

random ben folds lyric inclusion: what he just sang: from still fighting it: everybody knows it sucks to grow up and everybody does

the rush slowed down early enough that i was able to get out of there a full hour early. it was the bestest. and even bestester was that since all my coworkers had to be up super early like me, most of them stayed home last night and watched the olympics, and so i was able to discuss the figure skating. the full program and medals are tomorrow (monday) night. please please watch. the three top contenders skate in their current standing orders, later in the night. eastern time i would tune in at 10:30 if you just wanna catch those performances. but really, tune in and watch sale and pelletier. they are skating their 'love story' programme and its beautiful.

in my house on parkview my parents had three wooden i-dont-know-what-to-call-thems in the living room, filled with books they read. when i needed a read sometimes id scan the shelves and see if i could find something to try. one day i pulled 'love story' off the shelf. i started it in bed, and i didnt put it down until it was finished. i loved it. it made me cry and was just so much more moving than the movie, which i watched afterward. so the music they skate to gets to me on all these different levels. great book.

the only other book i can remember reading through the night that way was danielle steele's fine things. its possible ive mentioned that here before. how sad is that.

when i left work it was raining and milder than mild and in no way winter. i called the dude from my class who ive decided looks a lot like the guy mark that becky married on roseanne, and organized grabbing some grub to discuss the homework. he picked me up in his awesome tiny little car that is covered in stickers with a big '75' on each side and we ate at santropol because i was dyin for one of their chili salads. im really hoping that the chili salad has nothing to do with how weird im feeling presently.

it was a fun time. he and i are really different but not in a way that annoyed me at all. we kind of laughed at each other here and there and just talked a bunch about lots of stuff. he squinches his eyebrows together alot when he talks and i kept saying 'quit squinching your eyebrows at me' and he kept tellin me to get used to it. i was totally exhausted and was potentially lame flaky company but whatever. its weird getting to know someone better. it in no way was a date of any kind and it had no romantic undertones at all and when i got out of the car he offered me his hand..not to shake, not to high five...just to kind of have for a second. and that seemed to fit perfectly.

he has been all over the planet. canada coast to coast, most of the states, europe, asia...he just goes. man do i ever envy that ability. to not be tied down by responsibility or fear or just stuff and to go go go. always have, probably always will.

i dropped off j's birthday present after getting out of the car and then came home and am just tired and blah.

OH!! i am off THREE glorious days this week. tuesday, saturday and sunday. so so so nice. tuesday i will write my story for class, which is the closest ive cut it since starting. ive liked the cycle of writing it a few days before and then leaving it and coming back to it. but this week didnt afford me that method so i'll just have to make the best of it.

my stomach is definitely weird. im gonna go chew some papaya.

i leave you with the amazingly hilarious lyrics to the title track, which includes a very obvious spoof of rage against the machine's song that has the 'fuck you i wont do what you tell me' refrain. my favorite rage song of the 5 or so that i know, by the way.

"Rockin' The Suburbs"

Let me tell y'all what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
It's a bitch, if you don't believe
Listen up to my new CD
Sham on

I got shit runnin' throught my brain
It's so intense that I can't explain
All alone in my white-boy pain
Shake your booty while the band complains

I'm rockin' the suburbs
Just like Michael Jackson did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks

I'm pissed off but I'm too polite
When people break in the McDonald's line
Mom and Dad you made me so uptight
I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight

I don't know how much I can take
Girl, give me something I can break

I'm rockin' the suburbs
Just like Quiet Riot did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that they were talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks

In a haze these days
I pull up to the stop light
I can feel that something's not right
I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate
And bass
Sendin' dirty vibes my way
'Cause my great great great great Grandad
Made someones' great great great great Grandaddies slaves
It wasn't my idea
It wasn't my idea
Never was my idea

I just drove to the store
For some Preparation-H

Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle class and white

It gets me real pissed off, it makes me wanna say
It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
FUCK!

Just like Jon Bon Jovi did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks

These days
Yeah yeah
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Yeah yeah
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Yeah yeah

You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say 'Fuck'
You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say 'Fuck'
You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say 'Fuck'
You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say 'Fuck'

oh christ. and he ends the album with this, and its making my eyes all teary. you gotta hear it. oh man oh man. what a beautiful love song. makes me wish i needed a wedding song to dance to. beautiful.

"The Luckiest"

I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

*sigh*

one love, the dream i see.