quesarah | Some Mondays are bigger than others

Don't ask me why I have the Smiths stuck in my head. It's not a condition that pleases me, in fact I'm doing everything I can to get them the hell outta there! Currently I'm listening to Maxwell and he's helping to evict them. Cross your fingers, cats.

Well I may have an idea-- last night I heard a cover of "Please Let Me Get What I Want." That's quite possibly the most self-pitying miserable little song ever written, and I don't understand why anyone would want to cover it. May as well just cover "I Know It's Over:" Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head... I know that similar themes are addressed in blues music, but you almost never run the risk of getting your ass kicked for listening to the blues. Crikey.

(See. I told you I'd been wanting to use "crikey." I finally gave in. Hopefully the urge will now pass.)

virginmartyr1 and I had no luck at the Border's this weekend. Apparently no one knows about college a capella groups. Super neato goodness. So I need to dig around to find any music. Lookit me dig. Dig, me, dig!