||[Apr. 24th, 2006|11:47 pm]
|[||I'm not blue, I'm
|[||I'm Rocking out to
|||||Nina Simone - Be My Husband, Man||]|
A list of disconnected thoughts...
I want another tattoo. I don't know what, I just have the itch to get one. Or maybe I'll suck it up and get my ears pierced. Part of me likes not having them pierced at all, its unique. Its also a pain in the butt. My ears are a very good summary of my entire being, really.
New shoes are glorious. They have a smell, like new car smell. And the white parts are still utterly pristine. It makes me want to wear them only indoors, which is silly, but nevertheless a temptation.
Does anyone out there particularly enjoy their bank? If you do, which one do you use? I'm growing semi-fed-up with mine.
I do not want to go back to Sequim. *sigh* I wish I still had all of my Washington friends, but alas, everyone has been scattered not only across the country, but now across the world as well. Going home feels like giving up, which I don't like. Los Angeles has never felt like a permanent "home" to me, why do I want to dig in my heels and throw a tantrum at the thought of leaving? Is it independence I crave, or just my silly pride not wanting to admit defeat?
Jazz is absolutely mesmerizing. Nina Simone, Diana Krall, Norah Jones, Ella Fitzgerald.... *sigh* Also, a thank you to Debra for showing me The Vinyl Addicts, I am now punnily enough - 'addicted'. Eric, send me the finished spring cd, godamit.