I am starting to get a little silly with this diary ring concept. I keep finding new rings that absolutely must be represented on my page or I will prove myself to be a faithless infidel of some sort or another. I need to stop looking entirely or I will have a list longer than most of my entries.
For my listening pleasure today, I brought along Sea's copy of "The Teaches of Peaches," a former-Canadian-school-teacher-turned-German-sexy-rap-star. There are not enough words to express how happy it makes me to listen to her exhorting unknown persons to "diddle her skittle -- because there's only one Peach with a hole in the middle," or offering her heartfelt advice to "fuck the pain away," while all around me people are having conference calls and looking very businesslike.
StyleGirl and I both thought that SOMEONE needs to cover a Peaches song. At, say, a show at Meow Mix, on say, maybe August 16th-ish.
The thing that I most look forward to about this move is that when it is completed, I get vast tracts of my brain back, with which to process things at my leisure. I will no longer be expending my valuable synapses thinking about color schemes and where to find more boxes and how in holy hell I am going to manage to pack everything I own in the next few days.