Make Me Love You:
Public, Part One
Public, Part Two
Private

Oooo.

I'm sik.

Oh, man.

Siiiiik.

I hurt. Oh I hurt. And oh man, my stomach is not happy.

Problem is, I'm still hungry.

And nauseated.

At the same damn time.

Do you know how that blows? Have you any idea?

I was going to show you some things, but I'm too sik.

Sorry.

I woke up this morning in a mood that was sort of on the side of "not so good." Being sik and all. And you know, stuff.

Anyway, I'm not sure if I'm the only one that does this, but I have a hell of a lot of CDs (no, more than that. Imagine a lot of CDs and then quadruple that number. Then times it by infinity. Jason and I have a small problem.) and sometimes I'm just not satisfied by any of them.

I hate that.

So I just grabbed a CD I burned that's just a bunch of bootlegs and live recordings and unusual stuff from The Cure, just cause it was there and sounded okay.

Lo and behold, man. I found that exact song that made me go, "Ahhhhh."

That was so good. Oh man, it was so good.

(The song was Yesterday's Gone, a side collaboration between Robert Smith and Reeves Gabrels. In case you crave that kind of detail in your stories.)

I love it when that happens.

Now. I'm sik, babies. I have to go...lay down. Or I don't know, something.

Yuk.

:::Barf:::

-Mlle R