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A bug bit my collarbone last night and it itches like the dickens.

"Fountain and Fairfax" by Afghan Whigs oh, wait, no, the track just ended. Now it's "What Jail Is Like."

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote. It took me about 250 pages to get really interested, but now at 300ish, I'm pretty wrapped up in it. I've had bad dreams the last two nights because of it, though. It's just such a mind-fuck knowing that the murders actually happened and aren't just a total work of fiction.

Oh, I love that song. As for me... Editors: All Sparks You're answering questions that have not yet been asked All sparks will burn out in the end You burn like a bouncing cigarette on the road All sparks will burn out in the end All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out in the end You're casting opinions at people who need them All sparks will burn out in the end Well be careful angel, this life is just too long All sparks will burn out in the end All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out in the end You burn like a bouncing cigarette... All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out All sparks will burn out in the end.

My coughs are anti-authoritarian punk rock coughs. They're forcing me to listen to "White Riot" by the Clash and break beer bottles on the floor (at work, remember).

I'm sick. And at work. Coughity cough cough cough. :(

This was good enough that I had to quote the entire post.

Siouxsie and the Banshees: Placebo Effect

Is mistaken.

Is a shameless mush-monger.

Is making me sick from mushiness overload!

Makes assumptions.

Seems to have made a comeback of late.

16 Horsepower: Praying Arm Lane

Black satin skirt that stops just below the knees, white lace-top tanktop underneath a black low-cut V-neck sweater, purple and black striped thigh-highs (well, more like mid-leg-highs), and my awesome combat-esque black jump boots.

=D

Placebo: One of a Kind On top of the world you get nothing done Talk is cold and burns like the sun Can’t you see these skies are breaking? Cos on top of the world is where I’m from The back of the class is where I was Keeping quiet playing dumb Can’t you see these skies are breaking? Cos the back of the class is where I’m from And I am one I am I am one I am I am I am I am I am I’m in a race and it's killing time I don’t need yours I’ll keep it with mine Can’t you see these skies are breaking? Cos I’m in a race and I’m doing fine Thank you Two of a kind and no-one home I’m in a crowd and I’m still alone Can’t you see these skies are breaking? Cos one of a kind is all I own I am one I am I am one I am I am I am I am I am Out of the womb and into the void I wanna try but I get annoyed Can’t you see these skies are breaking? So out of the womb and into the void I am one I am I am one I am I am I am I am I am one I am I am one I am I am I am I am I am On top of the world you get nothing done.

Gave me a dollar last night!

Has a fixation.

Some red wine of some kind.

Oh, OK then! Sorry for yelling...I just got confuzzled. I'm currently listening to Drew singing whilst washing up the dishes.

HEY, WAIT A MINUTE, MEG! I thought you hated the Smiths, little miss "has a singature from Panic!" Not that I mind, but what the heck?

Siouxsie and the Banshees: Green Fingers

Rufus Wainwright: Old Whore's Diet