Oh, LJ permanent account time is one of those times when I wish I had a sugar daddy. I find I can often achieve things that seemed impossible (moving to Tennessee with no money, meeting bands I love and seeing them for free, etc.), so it’s curious that I haven’t yet really applied myself to the sugar daddy thing yet. I wonder if I couldn’t make it work somehow.
I wish I could DL things at work. As it is, I should have some sort of running list of things I think I want that I can’t look up until I get home. Today it’s the the Housemartins’ London 0 Hull 4. I blame Tom Morton for reminding of songs I loved years ago and haven’t heard in forever.
Speaking of needing a sugar daddy, Would that I was flush this week, I would bid on every single size L dress here. I swear, it’s an entire eBay shop of nothing but exactly the dresses I’ve been looking for. I’m irresponsibly considering bidding on one or two. Irresistible, I’m telling you.
I am not wearing a pretty dress today, just a mildly wrinkled, army-green knee length skirt and t-shirt in lighter green with sort of a tattoo print screened over it, sparkly green flip-flops, braided hair. It’s true, I can barely be bothered to dress myself decently this week. It’s kind of sad.
All things considered I’m in a good mood today. It could be the 11 hours of sleep I got over the course of yesterday afternoon and last night. Or maybe it’s because tubenerd gave me a ride to work this morning and he’s swell.
Um, does anyone have an mp3 of Outkast’s “Hey Ya!” for me?