dried blood, stabbing pains and tragedies

listening
to Sloop John B by the Beach Boys.  who i unapologetically love, they sound like suntan lotion and super tall palm trees that lean towards the equator.  but really... 4 times in a row....?  (must.check.settings.blah.blah.blah.it's.work.how.i.hate.it.i'd.much.rather.play :)

wishing
they would do away with that 'store' button on the dumb iPod.  because i press it ALL THE TIME by accident and i am pretty sure i am stabbing the home button to death to get back to where i started.....

wishing also
they would get rid of that dumb video camera slider button thingie because my camera always is on that setting and i have a million 2 second curse filled rants - not the legacy i want to leave to my grandkids on some future Christmas Day, when i am not there to explain that in the olden days those were not bad words and all ladies said them ;)

loving
being HOME ALONE ALL DAY to sing and dance and bleach my teeth, and exfoliate my skin and dye my hair!  if anyone calls, i will surely kill them (so be warned: don't call ;)

wearing
Vamp... that gorgeous dried blood colored nail polish from Pulp Fiction... remember that stuff?  so automatically i need a five dollar milkshake :)

wondering
if pain in the lower right quadrant means anything important.  i figure if i can still drink coffee and have a hankering to dye my hair deep brown, it can't be that life threatening, right? ;)

buying
everything i can think of from amazon.com before they start charging sales tax (huge eye roll) 

keeping
my eyes on the prize ;) 

watching
lots and lots of 9/11 documentaries... it drives Aaron nuts but i just can't look away :|  sorry Aaron.... but i just cannot look away