Salad (with seeds) on Saturday

It's almost 1:00.  I should probably put on my glasses.  And pants.

Dance-cleaning.  Coffee.  Goddamn Facebook, of course, because lonely and attention.

I think my Liz Phair Pandora station makes me cool and hip, when, in fact, no song on there so far is fewer than ten years old, and I wouldn't know if it was.  This cracks me up.  I am cool and hip!

Lots of Rilo Kiley, Regina Spektor, Kate Nash.  Weezer isn't afraid to show up (their Blue album is 20+ years old.  Get out!).  Hey, it's the Pixies!  The presence of their songs makes me feel cool and hip, when, in fact, there are maybe three of their songs that ever show up, and I wouldn't know if any others did.  I like them, though.  Because I am cool and hip.

More coffee, I think.  Whee!

Usually, Saturday stales around 4, when I realize time's a'tickin' toward Monday, but I get J at 4 today.  I was so worried about him spending time with the ex-husb, but I find  I love the time to myself (my music! no pants!), and being away from J makes him drive me somewhat less bonkers with his crazy teenage shit.  Damn, I luh dat kid.  We're getting Chinese then doing a mega grocery trip when I get him.

Currently in my fridge?  Milk, coffee creamer, yogurt, cheese (damn, that's a lot of dairy... huh), old eggs, two containers that need emptied and washed, hot dogs, and Newcastle I bought at Christmas.  A tiny bit ashamed, but it also amused.  I will have a Newcastle tonight.  Yes, bitch.

More coffee.  It holds off the appetite and there's nothing in my fridge.  Ha!

Glasses on (and Mazzy Star... that's a whoooooole other post...).  It's hours before I have to get J, though.  Hell with pants.

Will be back for seconds.