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ladies of my night


It's almost midnight once again; and once again, the promise to be in bed early has been blown.

I'm tired and just got back from a show in the city with my new favorite singing lady, and on the way home, I heard the new and dreadful single from my old favorite singing lady, and all I can muster to write right now is as follows:

Neko Case = yummy

Liz Phair = bad aftertaste

Sorry Liz. You've gone all Avril on me, and I'm not sure I can cope. Redeem yourself with a decent album and I'll give you another chance. But you really have to want it. You have to want it bad.

Good night. I have not the strength to write about the crap that's going on at work, the stress I'm feeling with five weeks until the wedding, or the guilt I'm experiencing not keeping up correspondence with my friends. I'm going to bed.



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