2:00 p.m. - 2006-03-22
I will let you down.
Damn. I'm getting fucking old and crotchety at age 32. Last night was the Nine Inch Nails concert and I totally bailed on it. Trent Reznor and his screaming angst all wrapped prettily in tight leather pants and I opted to stay home. Bah! What the hell is WRONG with me?
Last night, I could have been dripping sweat, writhing in blissful agony to the screech of the guitar and Trent's plaintive wails bemoaning what a dirty little mother fucker he is. Instead I worked out and watched American Idol. In between I did sneak in a few songs off Downward Spiral just to make me feel a little bit better.
And of course
And finally "Hurt" because I'm cool enough to like both the Nine Inch version and the Cash version.
In other news fronts: I finally freaking remembered to go apply for a goddamned passport already. I would call this procrastination, but I prefer just waiting until the last possible minute. I have also purchased a bathing suit that I ACTUALLY LIKE!
Cozymel, here I come!
(can you tell I'm excited about my vacation??!!)
Okay, nothing else new to add.
(duh! Hump something!)