talk to la bomb

i have been sick with a cold since sunday. i'm just starting to recover. i should really stay in and rest but...

there's a ridiculous amount of fun activity going on tonight, due to there being no work tomorrow...on account of thanksgiving day. there's the gathering, which will be delicious house music all night long. then, there's cool whip featuring krafy kuts which gianma has been excited about for a whole two weeks. dj dara and others will be at FIVE. and finally, brazilian girls, dj craze, lovegrove and feelgood are gonna be at sonar. buuuut, i know i'm not going to baltimore tonight. plus, i'm going to see brazilian girls on thanksgiving night.

if this tab of benadryl doesn't make me feel like a brand new black lady...then i'm probably staying in tonight...eating paprika'd pasta...drinkin' blue gatorade...watchin' Annie.

i hear chickenfilippo is back from saudi arabia. i can't wait to see him. chiaki, on the other hand is still in egypt. she hasn't even written to me. that's probably why i caught a cold, cause i was eating Coldstone ice cream alllll byyyy myseeeelf in the rain. and that's why i'll have to stay in tonight and cry while the whole world is dancing. stealing my dance moves, no less, and dancing them.

my mom is going on vacation by herself next week. out of the country. it's okay for ME to go places by myself. but, i just don't know about this. she is so little.

when i was in LA, a new friend i made there hooked me up with a copy of the Brazilian Girls' new cd "Talk To La Bomb" and i've been playing it nonstop. last night i dreamt that i was being followed by an orange helium balloon with a pumpkin face on it. it kept saying in this high pitched eery voice "taaalllk to meeee". and i was like "what do you want me to SAY?" and i was really nervous about this balloon persuing me. i wonder if it has anything to do with the title track.

Talk to the bomb
To the bomb in its shell
Talk to the bomb
Will we go to hell?
It has never been easy
Talk to the bomb
To the bomb.