The PRL is on the radio at this very moment playing nothing but Kim Deal goodness for an hour and a half.
I made a lame attempt at a call in, which resulted in me giving a shout out to the PRL, who was prompt to school me about the rules of doing a radio “shout-out”, Apparently the nature of a shout-out is to recognize your peeps on the south side, or perhaps to make amends to a recently lost girlfriend, but never ever to recognize the DJ who will be announcing the shout-out. But whatever I just wanted her to know I am listening.
Which I am, in addition to flipping my through the latest US Weekly. “Celebrity Summer Fueds” featuring none-other than Skeletora herself, Lindsay Lohan a.k.a. Tara Reid Part Two.
I have been making calls to the Goth Chris on and off throughout the day trying to entice him into some record shopping. Perhaps catching The 50 Foot Wave show at Abbey Pub later tonight.
The Goth Chris is evidently still in a coma after last night’s bar shift.
I may have to go to this show alone and that is already sending me into a pre-anxiety attack. What is it about the thought of attending a concert or movie alone that sends me into these paralyzing fits?
I try to find a good, rational reason but all I seem to come up with is lame excuses like not having anyone to hang out with or talk to. Which, on the surface sounds like something that would be right up my alley given my lack of tolerance for anyone outside my circle of friends. But right now, the solitude of my own company is no comfort. I am just going to have to suck it up.
Last week was a blur, The VNV Nation show at House of Blues kick started a week of irresponsibility with a blast of cocaine, flirting with boys and some chemical induced booty dancing at the fag bar.
I have been strolling in to work at noon and spending time at my desk watching stuff like this clip from the forthcoming Bobby/Whitney reality show. Go ahead and click it – it is absolutely riveting.
I have to go now, the radio show is winding down and I need to do some laundry so I will look extra cute at the show when I have my panic attack. EEK!