Here We Go!
Thursday, Dec. 09, 2004, 10:17 a.m.

Wow, that "serious" business was exhausting, yes? I slept like Bebe last night. And now, I'm back, New and Improved. Ok, not so much on the Improved, but back to the old shtuff anyway. But before I let go of yesterday's entry, I need to address your attention to one final thing about Sometimes It Snows in April. See, someone emailed me to say they had never heard Prince's song, but that the lyrics were sweet. And I was all, Gahhhhhh! *scouring the internet for a free download* As suh-weet as the lyrics are, it's really Prince's singing of it that is the truly beautiful part of it, but, of course, as andreas described it, in that "methodone clinic sad" kind of way. So people, if you haven't heard this: I Command You. Send me a note and I will email you the song or somesing. Really. But that's not the point here. The point, my friends, is while ravaging the World Wide Woaaah, I came upon this version of the song that you must hear. I swear to Jehovah I'm not going out of my mind with The Sorrow. It's entirely different, you might even say The Next Best Thing. Go ahead. Hit play, I'll wait. *taptaptap* It's actually not 6 minutes long, it's only three minutes so Go Ahead. Won't cost you nothing. *blank stare* Try the Real One Player. Go Ahead. I said, Do it, bitch! *dee dee dee feels so good* This sound, while entirely ridiculous indian techno-poppy voolery, pleases me greatly. When I hear that Comeon! Wha? Wha?, I'm all *tearing through drawers with panic* "GODdammit, don't I have any spandex for crissake?! I really must aerobicize!" No really, I tell you this now because there should be laughter after pain, sunshine after rain, these things have always been the same, so why worry now? You know? Here We Go! *while searching for hand weights* Side note: Eva has made a case for the police whistle as one of the more valuable "instruments" in a song and while I certainly concur, the end of that song has made me long for the possibility of one day playing the horn. Like a HORN horn, like in a clown-car. Or even better, on a bicycle-built-for-two? Someone else can play that ringy-ringy device on the handbars of the back bike. Applications are now being accepted.

So anyway, the chiro appointment was a bust yesterday...after I gets nekkid, Bitch be like, "Ohhh didn't we mention that your insurance won't pay for this and you'll owe us fife gabillion dawlers?" So, I'm all, "Uh-huh, clothes, please. Later." As much as I desperately want back relief, I can't be taking on anymore medical bill debt beyond the 75 LARGE I currently owe. Hohoooooo, why stop now, you might ask? Well, the beatings from my husband? They're getting bad. So now, in just a wee short time actually, I'll be going to a different doktor that my insurance approves of. Too bad, though, because the other dude? Was hawwwt. More like Hawwt. I wish I could find a pic to link to because he was sort of dreamy. Though he did have that Eye Contact Problem. You know, where someone makes GREAT eye contact with you and you're all *make love to me* but then it. doesn't. stop. and then you're all *ok get off me you're stealing my soul and making me feel awkward* Yeah, at first I was thinking that he wanted me and then I started thinking he wanted to suck my blood. But other than that, he was Delish. Too bad I'm prolly going to some old decripit lesbian who is going to snap my spine into fragments now. Ahhhh, the joys of an HMO.

Anyway, I must run to get my leetle adjustments, but maybe, if you're very, very, very good, I'll write more later. Too entries in one day? That WOULD be New and Improved! Oh, who am I kidding? I'll see you tomorrow.