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.