I made “sweet taste of success” cookies last night in anticipation of a victory party, and boy were they (and the victory) good.

After playing Fairey*, I headed to Six for the Al Jazeera broadcast and a date night with the dream team. Spirits were high and despite warning signs, there wasn’t a terrorist-obsessed redneck in sight. Instead just a crowd full of happy, positive people ready to kick the past miserable eight years to the curb.

* no one really seemed to get my fairey joke. oh well. i thought it was cute/funny

People are testing my sanity this week.

James and I are enjoying an IM date of Cure after Cure after Cure, just like old times. Cure Sundays. I’m in nostalgia overload. I want nothing more to be in his old darkened bedroom burning Morning Star incense and singing and dancing and laughing and loving.

Only one person in the world has the amazing ability to get me to eat 7-11 nachos at 4:30 in the morning.

Who do you turn to when you feel like drinking wine from the bottle and singing DeVotchKa at the top of your lungs and giggling and kissing the night away?

Rob Seeley, that’s who.

I have absolutely no love for him at all.

I just poured myself a little vodka drink (a substance I haven’t personally had in this house in ages). It’s amazing the memories that came rushing into my head just from one little whiff of vodka. I guess that will always be his cologne to me.

I’ve been having a love affair with White Chalk all weekend. We took a little break, but decided to rekindle our relationship. It’s been wonderful. I’ve been singing at the top of my lungs in delight.

I wish I could still play the piano.

While cleaning and rearranging the office today I came across my box of Jared memories; notes and letters and pictures and silly things. I couldn’t resist sitting down and going through it all, and now I feel sad and a little weird and uncomfortable.

After an excellent week of visiting and partying, I now officially live alone. These are exciting times. My outlook is good.

There are gonna be some great slumber parties this summer.

This week has been awesome so far, and it just keeps getting better. I woke up today to perfect summer weather. High of 80, sunny, blue skies. 80 is about as hot as I can stand, and this past week, with temps getting to 110, has been too much to bear. But today is lovely and deserves a song (or 10).

The first song is dedicated to aph, but the whole thing is dedicated to cvt.

1. THE BPA - Toe Jam (feat. David Byrne & Dizzee Rascal)
2. Galactic - Second And Dryades (feat. Big Chief Monk Boudreaux)
3. Lyrics Born - Over You (feat. Joyo Velarde)
4. Kassin 2 - Tranquilo (Super Stereo Sound System)
5. Sage Francis - Sea Lion (feat. Saul Williams)
6. Tom Waits - Clap Hands
7. Butter 08 - Butter Of 69
8. Federico Aubele - Corazon
9. Fela Kuti & The Africa 70 - Gbagada Gbagada Gbogodo Gbogodo
10. Firewater - Hey Clown

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