The Arcade Fire - Headlights
Exit Clov - MK Ultra (from DC)
Le Tigre - We Like the Cars that Go Boom (you sang that to me)
Mates of State - Whiner's Bio (my ringtone)
Peaches - AA XXX (that's me!)
Pretty Girls Make Graves - Something Bigger, Something Brighter
Quintron and Miss Pussycat - Witch in the Club (9th Ward reprezent!)
Rage Against the Machine - Bulls on Parade
The Starlight Mints - Submarine #3
That's a list of bands and sample songs for zeldakitty
to check out. They're not all my favorite bands, but whatever songs I possessed from them went into the soundtrack (playlist) of my day. And today was one of those days where people lined up at my desk with burning torches before I even took off my coat and put away my Superfood. I worked without eating and drank too much coffee, so I felt shitty and took myself home at 3:30pm, ate, passed out beneath Taffy, and then finished some documents. My lead resigned yesterday, so I thanked him for backing me up and in writing, too (especially the grad school thing). Thanks to him, upper mgmt is working out a raise or two for that position for which he suggested I apply in Sept. The way things run around here, I'll believe it when I see it. They said I'll "be happy," but money does nothing for me; I'd much rather blow it on others. Rachel Ray, err... I mean Mischa, bitches when I tip more than 15%, but I got used to tipping at least 30% to my regular bartenders who don't charge me properly (Leslie got over 300% once).
My life is already looking up; it's almost as if things make sense of themselves and fall into place just because I'm starting to live, and for me. However, I cannot explain why Besthoff gave me a stiffy when I pulled back the cover, revealed his hunky, red, glistening, Italian curves, and poured in fuel stablizer.