Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone...

Gosh.

I feel like such a loser when it comes to music. I have such mainstream tastes. I mean, obviously they're good, otherwise they wouldn't be mainstream. I'm just saying. I want to be the person that knows before others. I want it to be my band before it's everybody's band.

Except most of my tastes lead to music that's already been big. The has-beens. The will-come-back, but not right now has-beens. And even then. It's not that I like their new stuff, it's their old stuff that I really appreciate. So it's one big conumdrum.

It's like, I go out and buy a "Greatest Hits" CD, and then feel the need to go buy all the CDs that the songs were originally on. For example, my Chili Peppers addiction. I recently bought the Greatest Hits and Stadium Arcadium. Now I want Californication, By the Way, Mother's Milk, Freakey Styley, and Blood Sex Sugar Magik.

I'm so weird. I claim to be a money hog, but when I go to pick up pizza tonight, I stop by Wooden Nickel to glance around. I leave with Up from the Catacombs by Jane's Addiction, and the first from Franz Ferdinand. On Monday I got Version 2, a Garbage CD from '95. It's like, I've gone on this CD binge. I love it. I want a big collection.

I also love this song, "Ted, Just Admit It..." by Jane's Addiction. Tribute to the infamous Ted Bundy. Big serial killer and all that. Which interests me, because I think I would like to be a criminal psychologist. Though I haven't read up much on it yet.

I should go ahead and do next week's writing assignment so I won't forget.

I also want Billy Idol's Greatest Hits CD. Mostly because I'm in love with his face. I want to marry Billy Idol.

I also want to marry John Fruisciante, Anthony Kiedis, or Johnny Depp. Possibly Dave Navarro too...

But hey. I have the right to dream.


Peace, lovers.

what i've got you've got to get it put it in you

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view

Push me up against the wall
Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra
Fallin’ all over myself
To lick your heart and taste your health ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

Blood loss in a bathroom stall
Southern girl with a scarlet drawl
Wave good-bye to ma and pa ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view

Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Step outside but not to brawl
Autumn’s sweet we call it fall
I’ll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...