Why yes, I do win at life.

Angie! I got your mix CD in the mail today. What a pleasant surprise, thank you so much!

I think an ant crawled into my Macbook's fan and died there because the fan doesn't want to shut off even though I'm not running anything that's particularly memory-consuming.

Oh, and did I mention that I'm back from my trip? Daily summaries and flist browsing to commence shortly!

I'm going to bed at 10 PM for the first time in what feels like forever because my flight to Connecticut tomorrow morning is at 6:45 AM. Ugh.

I won't be back until Sunday afternoon, but when I do, I can expect to see lots of spamming of music and pictures in the comments, yes?

Here, I'll get the ball rolling:



I can't seem to get enough of the adorableness of Zooey and Matt, better known as She & Him. Her voice has been getting better and better with every performance (see: The Lillywhite Session), which begs the question, when is Volume Two going to be out?!

To tide us over in the meantime:
When I Get to the Border (from The Go-Getter soundtrack)
Bonus: When I Get to the Border, the Richard and Linda Thompson original

The photos in the slideshow for this New York Times article on California same-sex marriages fill me with such joy. Guys, the elation on all of their faces.... It's enough to make me believe that even though we live in a fucked-up world where people are discriminated against for refusing to change who they are for the sake of the status quo, there are still some things that are right and good and true.

My train of thought while viewing this:

1. Oh, Zooey, why? You're usually so modest!
2. Wait, that's not Zooey. Phew.
3. Man, the resemblance is creepy. Zooey and Emily ought to do some investigating into their family tree.
4. Wow, nothing says class like hearts on your ass.

I watched Annie Hall tonight for the first time ever. It was absolutely wonderful.

Human beings were not meant to sit through seven presentations in a row about Terminix and its pest control solutions.

I had a bit of the crazies earlier and lopped about five inches off of my hair. My intention was to trim off an inch, maybe two, because I was tired of having split ends all of the time, but the hair on the left side was shorter than the right. I naturally went back to trim the right side, but of course I ended up cutting to much, which resulted in the right side now being shorter than the left. Can you see where I'm going with this?

It's still crooked, but I figured I ought to leave it alone before I make it any worse and have no choice but to wear a Native American headdress for my Marketing presentation tomorrow morning. Because a hat would be too easy, of course.