I’m absolutely in love with this song. It was one of the iTunes free singles a week or so ago.

Oddball customer of the week (so far) was the woman who came in on Sunday afternoon with the question, “Do you guys carry anything that will hold my father’s scrotum up?” I can tell this week’s going to be interesting already.

I don’t have a helluva lot to talk about. We rented Little Miss Sunshine over the weekend, and everyone loved it. We’ve unintentionally started a weekend tradition of going to Newbury Comics on Saturday afternoon and buying a new CD, so for the past 3 weeks we’ve left with Fall Out Boy’s From Under the Cork Tree, which is fantastic to have sex to, My Chemical Romance’s The Black Parade, which I’m completely in love with, and Say Anything’s Is a Real Boy, which I’m kinda “meh” about.

The nose piercing is healing nicely. There’s been no pain whatsoever, except for the times when I rub my face in my sleep and forget that it’s there, thus waking myself up. Blowing my nose is also an interesting feat, as I haven’t quite mastered the art of not squeegying my nose when I’m done blowing it, nor do I enjoy the feeling that there’s something in there that just won’t come out. Eddie’s lobes seem to be doing ok as well, and the only complaint either of us has had is that the saline washings dry our skin something fierce. Last night I made attempt #3 to bleach my hair out enough to be able to put my red dye in, and I decided that peach-color was as light as it was going to get, so right now I’ve got the red dye sitting in my hair while I tool around on the web for a few hours before work. I’ll probably log into WoW for a bit and play with one of my “off day” toons, which are the ones that I’m not leveling up with Eddie.

Does anyone at the Today show know what “She-Bop” is about? Somehow I doubt it, otherwise they wouldn’t be playing it (I’m eagerly awaiting the complaints to the network and the cries of “think of the children!”) And who does Cindy Lauper think she’s fooling by making it unplugged? It’s still a song about masturbation, no matter how you play the tune.

I was a bad girl today. I left class at breaktime rather than sitting through the entire class doing nothing at all, which is what I’d been doing. Limited to a couple of websites that I actually enjoy reading, I was pretty bored in there, so I took off at about 10am, and got home just in time to see the president on TV making an ass out of himself, as usual. Later, I got two emails and 3 phones calls from my teacher today telling me that the school admins decided to nix the idea of switching our break day from Tuesday to Thursday, so I’ve got tomorrow off and the normal 4-day holiday weekend from Friday to Monday.

I took Nanny to the dentist today and we had dinner at Mom’s. We made pizza, which didn’t turn out quite as good as it does when we cook it here because we’d bought a different crust.

Randomness: Who the FUCK told the Pussycat Dolls they had any kind of musical talent? I hope someone shot the guy who signed them to a recording contract, if he hasn’t already eaten his gun after seeing his mistake. Seriously. Stick to dancing, ladies.