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23 October 2003 @ 03:24 pm
I'm restless.  
I want smut. I'd write it myself but I'm too restless to do even that, and I'm trying to work. Work hard. Work hard, little rabbit! That's what I am (so completely *not*) murmuring to myself as I sit here in my cubicle listening to my coworker sing "Jimmy Crack Corn."

How lame is it that my new DVD of a Stevie Ray Vaughn concert won't play as a CD on my laptop? Grrrrrrr. How lame is it that I have almost 100 CDs with me and don't want to listen to a single one of them? Or that I have 200 more at home and don't want to listen to any of *those* either? Bugger.

Or as Hugh Grant says: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck *fuck*!"

La la la la la, I will now listen to this mysterious unmarked CD from my good friend Sandy and see what it sings to me.

ETA: Track 8 is Ryan Adams's "La Cienega." Everything brings me back to Angel. Including, by the way, all the taxis in Seattle--they all have Angel's smiling mug on top of them, advertising the new season. Heh.
Janean or just "luvs"luvs_phoenix on October 23rd, 2003 04:28 pm (UTC)
Okay. Don't comment much these days as your worshiped by many and your time is few but just letting you know I'm still out there.

Reading every day. Normally laughing my ass off. Sometimes crying.

Mostly though? Laughing.

*hugs you*
kemelios on October 24th, 2003 09:06 am (UTC)
That's the one thing the movie Office Space was missing. A Jimmy-Crack-Corn guy. I would have upped my rating from 3 1/2 to 4 stars for that.
z_rayne on October 24th, 2003 04:13 pm (UTC)
I want smut.

I finally finished that Angel/Lindsey story, if that'll help. The Art of War I: Enmity. Not very heavy on the slave-kink factor, but some light, impromptu bondage and violence. Plus, mention of the Marquis de Sade. [g]