Lateshoes

I’m watching the Jewel in the Crown.
Yowza! It’s sooooooooooooooooo painfully painful. I’m only through the first disc, but I’m not ashamed to say it’s still haunting me.
I want to push forward and watch more, but I’m completely scared of the next tragedy it will bring my way.
Sigh.
What I’ve learned so far:
1. Art Malik is totally, um – well…an amazing actor.
2. Suppressed homosexuality is bad. Very bad.
3. Colonial Brits were total fuckwads.

Only 11 more episodes to go.

Sorry – True Blood is rotting my brain.

So – track 1, Wake Up, by The Arcade Fire. This song has been running on a loop in my head since the first time I saw the Where the Wild things Are trailer.

Wake Up – The Arcade Fire

Promising Light – Iron & Wine

5 Years – Kimya Dawson

Lesbian Patrol – Lezbean

Why Did You Grow a Beard? – They Might Be Giants

and speaking of last summer… Gardenia – Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks

Gone For Good – The Shins

I Still Carry You Around – Steve Earle

Two-Headed Boy – Neutral Milk Hotel

Subbacultcha – Pixies

Love Will Tear You Apart (She Wants Revenge vs. Joy Division vs. Bauhaus) – An A+D mashup

The First Cut Is The Deepest – P. P. Arnold

Emotional Vampire – Chubby Bunny (why was I so screamy?)

The House That Dripped Blood – Mountain Goats

Blood And Fire – Indigo Girls (Fuck you. 15 years ago I felt every lyric of this shit like it was written for me alone… AND it fit the theme, so suck it).

Irish Blood, English Heart – Morrissey

And I’ve Seen a Bloody Shadow – Of Montreal

A Pillar Of Salt – The Thermals

I Felt Your Shape – The Microphones (I always kind of resist promoting the Microphones because he was such a massive douche-wad to us when we played together, but again – it fit my theme, so there you have it).

My Boyfriend’s a Killer – Mouserocket

Why I Try To Look So Bad – Comet Gain

the big fuck you – Trackstar

The Rake’s Song – The Decemberists

Wally’s better – now Stan is sick. I don’t know how parents of human babies do it.
Clearly you are a stressed out, but wonderful people.
I need iced tea more than Sarah Palin needs to shut up.

It’s been A crazy morning already. Walter was really sick (high fever, pukies, lethargy etc…) for most of the day yesterday. I’m already blaming the former Yuppie Puppie’s new, less than adequate conditions. I take the guys there for their annual haircuts and it was already long overdue, but when I walked in and saw the chaos and the mess, I just should have walked straight out. I have a really hard time following my first instinct sometimes.

Anyway, I’m certain that he caught something or other from one of the fifty or so wandering shelter dogs because Stanley had this exact same illness after he was boarded once. But, of course I’m paranoid, so I threw their newish bag of food out just in case.
As a result of all that, I’m taking my sweet time getting ready for work. I wanted to keep an eye on my Wally-bird to make sure he’s eating and drinking and at least somewhat back to himself.
So far, so good. He ate a whole can of tuna and licked an ice cube. This is a major improvement from yesteerday when he wouldn’t touch his favorite treat with a ten foot pole. Walter. Wouldn’t. Eat. Treats.
You know that shit was serious.
Ugh.
Sigh. He’s doing better. I just have to keep telling myself that.
And get in the shower!

P.S.
Lars comes home in 25 days!!!!!!!

I have no idea how/ why I’m awake right now. I called in yesterday (don’t ask) and slept until noon-thirtyish, which gave my brain a cyborg-like ability to not feel tired until around 4 am this morning.
But here I am at 8 am, almost totally alive.
Lars is in Nainital on vacation right now and I’m just so conflicted about the universe. On one hand I’m extremely happy and excited for him. On the other I’m jealous, of course. Add to those emotions lonliness, stress, work frustration, and the general bumtown that is living without my best friend and it’s a perfect storm for coo-coo banana-ness. I’m honestly trying to K.I.T. (keep it together) and not write too many distressing facebook updates, but whatever.
All of that said, I’m doing better than I thought I would. I think I’ve fallen solidly into the routine of being on my own and despite the occassional meltdown (and of course sadness being without my partner) I’m finding that I’m perfectly capable of living as a independent lady. (okay aside from mowing the lawn, which is another story that I sadly can’t tell here). I don’t know why I’m surprised, but I’ve never really lived on my own, so I wasn’t entirely sure how I would react.
I’m still a recluse, let’s face it. I’ve definitely ventured out socially more than I normally do, but by and large I’m still a home body/ geek.
I think the weirdest change is that I literally hate cooking for myself. It’s so stupid. I can’t make anyhing with a bunch of leftovers because I’ll never make it through them and I’m absolutely convinced that grocery stores are in cahoots with moms all over the universe trying to marry off their children, because you simply cannot buy anything in the proper quantity on your own. It’s criminal.
I also feel like my funny is suffering. All those wasted comments directed at NYC Prep…. It’s like tree falling in the forrest.
But, ya know …. I’m a’ight.

It’s been the laziest day ever and I’ve needed it so much. I’m about to do something productive and I’m not sure I like it. Oh well, the Medleys have to eat, right? Right. So grocery shipping I go.
Having a completely unrelated thought right now…. it’s kind of gross that someone Hugh Jackman’s age is now playing Anna Paquin’s love interest on True Blood.
Also… Wow, remember when the X-men movies were awesome?

Okay – I have a few.

1. Nick Cage?

2. I thought that Jessica Biel was going to be his long lost daughter, but 10 thousand leagues of ewwww, she’s his (gulp) love interest.

3. His hair, fright wig, whatever. It’s more like a fur diaper than a wig, really… and while I’m at it… who the hell okayed the dye job on his eyebrows? I want their job. Seriously. I want to be the person to not tell Nick that his eyebrows look like a Peruvian druglord’s mustache.

4. I can’t even get into the plot because my head would probably explode. Just watch and enjoy for yourselves.

5. French terrorists?

Dear Yoko – John Lennon

If Not For You – Bob Dylan

Do You Love Me Now? – The Breeders

New York City – Cub

Since You Went Away – Dear Nora

Back to Me – The Dutchess and the Duke

MIA – Emmy the Great

Promising Light – Iron & Wine

Way It’s Gon’ Be – Vancougar

Nice to Come Home – Julie Doiron

Transatlantic Telephone Call – Lois

It’s Only Time – Magnetic Fields

Million Miles – Mirah

(The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes – Elvis Costello

What can I say? I have lots to say and even a mix tape to post. Stay tuned – today is the day.