I <3 Ludo!

One of my BFF's, Kimberly, has already posted about this band. I had heard them on the radio a couple of times, and seeing her post made me remember to pick the album up.

I won't repeat what she wrote, you can see it here!

But still, I'll introduce their video. I love this song, and the video is so great. The lyrics are poetic and poignant.




Love me cancerously

Like a salt-sore soaked in the sea.

'High-maintenance' means

You're a gluttonous queen

Narcissistic and mean.

Kill me romantically

Fill my soul with vomit

Then ask me for a piece of gum.

Bitter and dumb

You're my sugarplum.

You're awful, I love you!

CHORUS

She moves through moonbeams slowly

She knows just how to hold me

And when her edges soften

Her body is my coffin

I know she drains me slowly

She wears me down to bones in bed

Must be the sign on my head

That says, oh...

Love me dead! Love me dead!

You're a faith-healer on T.V.

You're an office park without any trees

Corporate and cold

Gushing for gold

Leave me alone.

You suck so passionately

You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature finger-bangin' my heart

You call me up drunk

Does the fun ever start?

You're hideous and sexy!

REPEAT CHORUS

Must be the sign on my head

That says, oh...

Love me dead! Love me dead!

SOLO

Love me cancerously

Brrrot-dot-da-d-da-da!

How's your new boy?

Does he know about me?

You've got the mark of the beast.

You're born of a jackal!

You're beautiful!

REPEAT CHORUS

Wha' 'bout that sign on my head

That says, oh...

Love me dead!

iBlog again

I really wish that the whole "What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas" thing would apply to my credit card bills.

Gone and Done It

A couple of posts ago, I said I needed a new haircut, or get back into therapy. I opted for the new haircut!



This is an A-line haircut; shorter in the back, gradually longer in the front. Plus the dye has a bit more red in it.

I love it! If for no other reason, than it's HEALTHY!! Bye-Bye split ends!

Hopefully this will do the trick!

I wanna rock!

Nothing better than beating a week of blues by partying with a Diez De Mayo party, hosted by some of my most amazing friends.

Not only are they and their ideas awesome, but their FOOD. OH. MY. GOD.

G&T are the best cooks I know. Anything they do, and I mean ANYTHING, is gourmet. They spoil me.

They made taco's.

Not just taco's. But steak, with onions and tasty hot peppers. And Chicken. And a choice of warmed corn or flour tortilla's. And homemade salsa, medium or hot. And homemade guacamole. And homemade corn/mango/onion/jicama/cilantro salad. Not to mention the homemade tres-de-leches cupcakes with sliced straweberries on top. Or the plentitude of high-end-tequila's.

Wow!! My friends ROCK!!!

Not just figuratively, but literally!

Here are some of us, getting ready for our jam session:



And jus' me, doing somethingIdunno:



Hopefully we'll have several more sessions of real life jamming. I'm amazed by their talent. Even more amazed that they asked me to sing!

Something's gotta give

This morning, I woke up in a serious funk. I didn't oversleep, but I was late for work. I just couldn't move. I looked at my closet, and hated all of my clothes. When I was in the shower, I got soap in my eyes. I haven't had soap in my eyes since... well, ever. I looked in the mirror and felt disgust with my hair. I was dissatisfied with my face.

The drive to work, and the walk in the building, was surreal. I just didn't want to do it today. Luckily I have cool co-workers and enjoy being around them, but I had zero passion for my work. The eight hours I spent in the office felt like an eternity.

I went to the gym, but didn't see the point. I didn't even get my usual rush when I was done.

Sorry to be all doom and gloom, this is not normal for me. I think I need to get back into therapy. Or get a drastic hair cut. Or both.

I beg you!

PLEASE!!!

Will someone find me John Cusak

Or Colin Firth?



How about a perfect combination of both.

Pretty please???