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GO PHELPS. (actually, go team usa for helping phelps into his glory. and phelps for being a giant freak of nature that's awesomely awesome at swimming.)


in other news, i'm nearly caught up on doctor who. have no love for donna as a companion. i like my vicarious-love-for-dazzling-adventurers to be played out through a hot young something. not a mid 30s... ick monster.

i broke and said "hi" to my old Juanboy. he didn't reply. which actually hurt a little, but in a more resigned way than it has been the past few weeks. i know it's been a month, but i swear to god. with how fast time is moving? a month is a fucking lifetime. shouldn't we be back to friends by now?

i dunno if he's the reason i'm this tired... or if it was watching tv til 4 am and then getting back up at 8:30. ugh. hate mornings with a passion.

possibly the most boring weekend ahead ever. :(


i'm totally in love with "Mercy" by Duffy. i know. pop music. but it's got that same 50s girl group sound that amy winehouse rocks (when she's not being.... off). and that's one of my favorite styles of music. so if i happen to have that song as a single... and in a playlist.... well. yeah.

speaking of Juanboy and playlists, i've actually got like... this big women-only playlist. but i swear i must've been fucking depressed when i got it together. everything is broken hearts and "why are you such an ass?" and "i'll never be good enough." which totally makes me upset when i think about him as i'm driving along. i mean, it was a BAD IDEA to listen to the Wicked OST right after we 'broke up.' because i love the songs, but then he pops into my head and



i'm fucking sick of thinking about him.