Random musings, Friday edition.

[e_juliana]

Another reason why I love biking so much: it demands brute strength. Well, at least it does with the way I bike. I can't help it - I'm a speed demon no matter what. Also, unlike skiing and skating (which I wish I could do), it involves a machine other than my body. I rarely can figure out how to do a manuever with my body (unless it's dancing), but put me on a machine and I'm golden. My brain works in very odd ways.

I've been listening to the top-40/R&B oriented station whilst packing, and I have an oh-so startling revelation: most music out there sucks. A lot. Kelly Clarkson is possibly the most boring singer ever. Nevertheless, R. Kelly's song has earwormed me past all comprehension. Grrrrr.

now gimme that toot toot
and i'll give you that beep beep
runnin her hands through my 'fro
bouncin on 24's
while they say on the radio...






FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.

Just found out that my apartment won't be ready tonight. I was planning to get it all done tonight. FUCK.

I'm ready to cry at this point. I want to be out, dammit. And it's going to be an absolute clusterfuck tomorrow. I almost don't want to move until Sunday at this point, but I don't think either of us would be happy about it.

DAMMIT.

Comments

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[perfeti.livejournal.com]

HAve to disagree with you there. I've always been a top 40 boy, I think I always will be. Why? Don't know. Ask the sun why it rises in the east. Some things just are.
As far as your move goes: It will be over. There will come a day when this will be a memory. The pain will not last forever. I know, its hard to imaginge. Its much easier for men to compartmentalize and seperate themselves than it is for women, but trust me. I'm thinking of you. Love ya!

tp

[noradeirdre.livejournal.com]

ugh, juliana. God, moving sucks. I'm sorry.

[sowilo.livejournal.com]

sorry honey. btw, don't forget to e me the new address.