i’m sitting here copy editing, my most unfavorite of chores, after of course press release writing and doing the dishes (which is the one thing i don’t have to do here). i especially hate copy editing when it’s copy written by someone who doesn’t care and can’t write.

anyway, to make the process all the more enjoyable (and since nobody wants to chat with me today) i have the winamp3 turned about to about 394– mostly to block out the sound of the wondergeek repeatedly telling me how fucking brilliant she is.

so i’m listening to the winamp3 and the jets to brazil song “I Typed for Miles” comes on and i’m totally enraptured with the song at the moment.

it’s feeding that dark, dark depressing girl who live inside of me next to the cute, sunny girl with the purpley hair. i am filled with glee as the singing keeps moaning about “you keep fucking up my life” over and over again. the line “they’re playing love songs on your radio tonight. i don’t get those songs on mine” is making me giggle. i could have written this song on a black, black sunday.

i, too, need a word to change my life. go read the lyrics and tell me that’s not a song i could have written.

in other kurt loderesque stuff, a new westerberg cd AND dvd will be out on october 21st. who wants to come over to watch it?