dear chicago

her: i hate how you act like i can't sing.
me: trust me, there's no acting involved.

her(singing): you're so strange, i bet you think this song is about you.
me: (rolling eyes )
her: that was you're so vain.
me: no really? you disguised it so cleverly i couldn't tell.

the rental car no longer just smells like vomit, it's begun to smell like old man as well. we're talking nursing home old man. i'm almost afraid to open the trunk.

23 hours until ryan adams! i realize i'm tempting fate by talking about it so much but it's all i can think about. after years of loving him, i finally get to see him tomorrow night. my only hope is to hear la cienega just smiled live, just once in my life. i know it's a longshot, but a boy's gotta have dreams.

and this should be a post all on its own, but amy and ephram are really over on everwood?!? last night's episode was so good. i was blown away by amy. the scene when she realized that she had misread the whole "date", wow, it was as if you could see her letting him go with her eyes. she's coming close to keri russell status with the whole, breaking your heart with a look rather than using words sort of thing. and seriously, when will bright ever get another storyline?

and seriously, veronica, how evil are you? at one point i swear you had devil horns last night on the inferno II. you must really suck if you can make train-wreck tonya look sympathetic.

fragile tough girl . jo davidson