i used to be one of those people who rushed out every tuesday to get new music. my cd collection is quite expansive and i’m a music junkie in every sense of the word. in one of the towns i formerly lived in, i shopped so much, they started to give me the employee discount. yes, it was quite the habit.

since i’ve moved the washington d.c. metro area (read: less money) my music purchases have tapered off to next to nil. in fact besides yourmusic.com & bmg, i’ve only bought about 4 cds in the last 18 months. does this make me less of a music lover? no it just makes me someone who loves musicly dearly but whose money is better appropriated to things like, oh rent.

today i bought two new cd’s ; common’s be & shelby lynne’s suit yourself (LOVE her so much) and i have to admit that the giddyness of cracking open that oh so hard to open plastic and reading the liner notes was satisfying. i haven’t even listened to the discs yet (although i’ve had common for about a month) but i feel good about owning them and supporting artists.

what i can’t get behind are record companies who seek to insult my intelligence and my wallet by pricing cd’s beyong my admittedly poor means. music is for sharing. what’s the fun of loving an album if no one else can share in your affection? this isn’t some tyrannical essay about the spoils of music file-sharing or my attempt at legitimizing my own musical theft; but i have to wonder why, if the music industry really feels good about the products that they’re releasing, wouldn’t they want to share with consumers

the only things to eat in my house are cheese (of course), lettuce and some ben & jerry�s coffee ice cream. i need to buy groceries worse than life.  if i eat one more sandwhich from a seven-eleven or one more bag of lay�s potato chips, my body is going to have a giant upheaval and give up on me.

i�m off being the world�s greatest sister-in-law. to make the quandry of actually going to the grocery store even worse is that my sister-in-law (whom i�ve never met) is coming into town tomorrow night and will be staying at my house on saturday and sunday. this is bad because for a number of reasons:

  • i don�t like to clean, cleaning is for losers.
  • to combat me not cleaning, i have to have our cleaners come in � goodbye money.
  • after a 14 hour workday today, i have to go home tonight (and get up early in the morning) to do my pre-clean. what? i can�t have my cleaners think i�m a complete and utter slob.
  • somewhere in between there i need to shop for something sister-in-law friendly to wear (poor excuse to shop, i know) and not forget to balance my checkbook/pay the bills.
  • so, if i fall off the face of the proverbial earth

    there are days when i feel utterly blessed. blessed to have the friends and the life i do, alternately there are days when i want to hurl myself into oncoming traffic or poke my eye out with a spork � but the good days are so good that they pale into comparison to the bad. 

    i love my friends because they

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    draw me pictures with love and amusement. 

    i love my friends because they write songs about me

    C arletta, C arlotta � a work in progress

    Remember those days, back in July?

    Remember the times we laughed �til we cried?

    The whole world was ours under the bright sky

    And you looked at me with those black magic eyes

    We raucously sang of our distant homes

    And oftentimes when I felt so alone

    I only had to simply pass you on by

    And look into the black magic eyes

    Que tienes los ojos

    Negros y mágicos

    Que alegría que me traigas así

    Y si tu no sientes

    Contenta mi bella

    and i love my friends because they�re who they are. uniquely special and priceless.