verbicide | time for an exorcism

I can't stop listening to this song. Why? Why? I mean, it's a good song, but I've been listening to it 24/7 for the past 2 days.

Still not over the horror that they've chosen to call themselves 'Moist' --which is just a dirty word, however you look at it. And I don't want to hear about 'moist bundt cake' or anything.

I also love two other songs from this album, Tonight and Breathe (which can also be found on the Stir of Echoes soundtrack). I stumbled across this song and seem to be completely hooked in. I keep waiting for it to pass. Keep eyeing my QCD and thinking I should remove the 'Repeat 1" option. But then I want to hear it again.

Huh.

packed a lunch of tea and orange
at mercedes five and dime
now I'm slipping out the back door
and I'm feeling alright
found the bosses gold camero
think I'll take it for a ride

cross the world to California
where I know she's waiting

she picks me up like I've never been down before
and it's hard to think you got the best of me yet
I can't believe while these dogs are at the door honey
you came to take apart what's left of me

120 down the freeway
about a thousand miles to go
cross the border to reside
outskirts on the avenue
can't escape the operator
California here I come

groves are passing by the way
and I know it's waiting

she picks me up like I've never been down before
and it's hard to think you got the best of me yet
I can't believe while these dogs are at the door honey
you came to take apart what's left of me

pileup on the Berkshire turnstile
bout a thousand miles to go
there the feelin faded quickly
Madonna’s on the radio
packed a lunch of tea and orange
think I'll take it for a ride

cross the world to California
where I know she's waiting

she picks me up like I've never been down before
and it's hard to think you got the best of me yet
I cant believe while these dogs are at the door honey
you came to take apart what's left of me

Tomorrow is so packed. I need to finish my homework tonight and then finish cleaning. Got a load of laundry running. Must collect trash. Must clean up cat-puke. Must sweep/mop bathroom floor. Really ought to vacuum (*sob*). Must put away laundry. Must do remaining dishes. Must collect and dispose of the 80lbs of hair I've shed in my bed. Why I'm not completely bald I'll never know. I'm as bad as Hobbes.

Willi won't judge me for a messy flat, but I'll feel rotten about it. Must get up relatively early tomorrow for leg-waxing ordeal, then off to Judy's for errands, including grocery shopping, then off to class, then off to airport.

I've never had Willi stay the night before. This should be interesting. Hopefully tennis on Friday and maybe Indian food because we both love it. Though after today's Attack of Gluttony (c.f. The Lasagna Massacre), I don't deserve chicken tikka masala, but for Willi, I will sacrifice. I know. I'm in awe of my own selflessness. I'm down another lb this week so feel it's somewhat safe to fuckup briefly. And the tennis will compensate.

Ok, once the song winds down. I will change it to something else. I will.