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what luck! something told me at 11 45 to check who would be on letterman tonight. lo and behold, its bruce springsteen and MITCH HEDBERG!! my other favorite comedian.

hello!?! norm macdonald. sheesh.

anyway, im not really surprised...today i walked to hmv because i wasnt going to wait one day longer to buy the i am mine single. i arrived and some song was playing...they have an instore dj. the song ended and the next song started up: i am mine. hows that for pearl jam karma? it was karmariffic. supercool.

i just played said cd single on repeat about 10 times. me likey.

busy busy today.

pissy news: brought my almost famousy coat that is exactly one year old as of two days from now to the dry cleaners after finding that one of my precious darling felines relieved itself right in the middle of the back of it leaving a nice megastain. turns out that the coat is more than likely totalled....best case scenario they can dye it black but their suede expert wasnt in to say whether the stain would dye the same way or be a bit lighter. plus they think the beige trim would also have to be black, plus it would probably all wind up costing more than a new fucking coat. son of a bitch. i liked that coat alot AND its a gift from my momma. plus i wanted to possibly buy new boots...but if i need a new coat then...there goes that. i isnt made o money.

then went on a tour of the city trying to find my brianna caesar dressing. the store where i usually get it wasnt on my route, so i figured id just find it somewhere else. WRONG. and i stopped at 8 stores. but the good news is that last night i emailed brianna's to tell them how devoted i am to their super amazing product, and they emailed me back thanking me and asking for my home address so they good send me a 'goody bag'. yee haw. i like the looks of the words 'goody bag'. funny...the email started 'dear robin'. hehe, i aint made o money, and i aint no robin either.

neither would have been better to end that sentence, but oh so gramatically incorrect. couldnt have that.

met up with anita and went to see punch drunk love. i have to say, it was pretty disappointing. all this great chatter about it...but...we couldnt put it together. i mean ok, it was a basic love story i guess, and paul thomas anderson is great at conveying loneliness and adam sandler did a good job of it too...but there was alot of weird shit that seemed to be neither here nor there not to mention that the opening scene was trying my freakin patience, which some of the music did later. not to mention i wasnt convinved at all by the love story...i just didnt quite buy that she'd be into him. philip seymour hoffman was in it and that was great, i love him and have seen i think every one of his movies....but not enough to save it. it was just nothing. still, a fun time.

philip seymour hoffman and jack black could so easily play brothers on film. you heard it here first.

previews for frida. looking forward to it, even if salma is way too pretty, even with the unibrow, and even if she snagged ed norton as a result.

after the movie we stopped into zellers so anita could check out bed stuff. but who wound up being the one to shell out on bed stuff? me, dammit, me! but ive been meaning to get rid of the peachy orange sheets that i had from when my bedroom was what is now my living room because they clash like a mofo...so i got these marthas that look really springy and country-ish. can i find them online? haha, yup. silly me for doubting the almighty internet. its the ivy scroll in apple green.

eddie gettin lyrically clever in 'down'. singin all about a river that is dried up and 'damned' according to the lyrics he typed...but a river is also mostly 'dammed'...pun pun pun. so its another one like violins/violence. wow. to a non pearl jam manyak (maniac fancy like) that sentence is complete jibberish. and in related news: tonight brad played benny and the jets. sorry you missed it j, but im willing to check them in toronto if you are. which you arent.

i love down. its so dance-able, i love the cadence of the vocal delivery and the end RULES. my pearl jam free zone ended before listening to the single today when i was at the gym...i listened to 3-10-94 (thanks jess) and it made the cardio so much easier to do. i got goosebumps from one of the songs...which was it...oh it was release. the way the crowd reacts to the 'i'll ride the wave' line. i looked down at my arms and the hairs were standing on end. i missed my boys.

why am i so awake? its the diet coke at the theater. im that affected by caffeine in my old age. crazy.
i think im gonna force myself couchward and re-watch the beginning of third watch from last night....i somehow missed this extraneous supeflous unnecessary sex scene that i must see because it features eddie cibrian. hello gratuitous sex scene! then i can fast forward to csi miami. letterman has a top ten contest on his site...they give the topic and if your entry is picked you win a tshirt. this week the topic is 'top ten ways csi miami is different than csi' but i got nothing. but you go for it.

safe skies tomorrow, safe skies. that is the mantra for wednesday.

--one day the symptoms fade
think i'll throw these pills away
and if hope could grow from dirt like me
it can be done--