tuesday may 28 2002    |    7:29 p.m.

honestly, when i have better things to say, i'm just not around a computer.

this is the best i can come up with for now. i like to call it the "fuck-you-i'm-over-it (as-far-as-you're-concerned)" mix. side one, in no particular order, really. 'cos i'm bored and listless (ha! pun was unintentional but there it is) and have no one to take me out drinking. so:

1. liz phair : exile in guyville
2. L7 : "fuel my fire" or "shirley"
3. sean na na : "little leaning tower"
4. rufus wainwright : "shadows"
5. dismemeberment plan : "following through"
6. bouncing souls : "hopeless romantic" or "wish me well (you can go to hell)"
7. jets to brazil : "i typed for miles"
8. guided by voices : "picture me big time"
9. morrissey : "suedehead"
10. tullycraft : "pop songs your boyfriend's too stupid to know about"

i celebrated my single-womanhood and money-in-the-bankness by giving jimi (previous crushboy from work) my phone number and scheduling an appointment to chop my hair off tomorrow. if the crises continue, i'm going to end up with a crew cut eventually. or maybe i'll go the other way and get extensions instead. right.

why will someone pursue you if he or she is not interested in following through with the pursuit? i feel like doling out some serious kicks in the ass. really, sometimes i wish aggression weren't frowned upon in our culture. i might only be half kidding. (the self improvement gurus call this, i believe, the anger stage. or aggressive. or passive-aggressive. or whatever. one word: shitkicking.)

i swear i'm a lot less bitter than i was a few days ago. swear.

shirk all that summer hollywood crap go see insomnia. it's not fargo, but then again, what is? plus al pacino is one sexy sexy mofo, age, sleep dep, murder and all.