You're so Vain, You Probably Think this LJ is About You

Ugh. Very bad week at work, making me feel like a loser of monumental proportions. I hate my fragile ego, for reals. I came home yesterday and had myself a good cry, which made today a little more bearable. I still feel like loser pie, but at least I can stand myself. Oh, well.

In good news, JP and I went to see Adventureland the other night. It was funny, but just missed being poignant. I am pretty much in love with Martin Starr, BTW. I am calling dibs on him and his thick-ass glasses...

We have been having the most gorgeous sunrises and bright/red moons lately. I know because I am up both too early and too late. Whaddaya gonna do?

I will say this about American Idol this season: they have sent me scurrying to iTunes to buy some fantastic music that I had completely forgot about, like Monica's Angel of Mine, The Search is Over by Survivor (I know, I'm old), and the Gary Jules version of Mad World. LOVE IT. The original songs, that is...the idols for the most part are kinda eh. If I could take the best parts of like four of them, THEN we would have a wicked cool Franken-idol. But alas, 'twas not meant to be...

( MOAR poetry...it's a short one but oy! Right between the eyes. )