Shower Randomness

I was listening to one of my Pandora Radio channels while in the shower today, as is my habit most days since the passing of my beloved external hard drive (G:), and up popped what sounded like Jack Johnson. He was singing in that mellow, acoustic way of his, over and over that "You better hope you're not alone." I could not help but be creeped out by this.

I propose a new genera of music, labeled either Acoustic Stalker, or Indie Creeper, and demand that Mr Johnson be put into it immediately. John Mayer is also nominated to this category. Any others?

This keg is tapped

Lately I just feel like I'm drained. I've got nothing left in me.

It could be the copious amounts of vicodin and muscle relaxers. My whatever is all flared up and it won't get better. On monday I'm going to call the doc again, and hopefully we can find some way to fix me. Cuz I am too damn awesome to be this broken. How am I supposed to enjoy my sexy new eyebrows if I can't leave the couch?

I'm blog-stalking you all. I can't seem to formulate my thoughts enough to leave comments, but I'm there. Or here. Something.

And may I just say that having having finally hooked my laptop up to the wireless is so the shiz. I can be a tool to the net from the couch, I can listen to my online radio in the tub, I can blog from bed. Why did it take me so many months to finally give my laptop some love???


P.S. Pandora online radio is the shiz. It's online radio that's so fucking bomb. Like I've got a station where I selected KT Tunstall, and it plays her music and other artists like her. Then I thumbs up or tumbs down the songs, and it gets smarter to what sound I'm going for. And you can have a billion different stations, for all your moods. Awesome much? I think so