These are, I think, signs of addiction

There's non-music stuff at bottom

I went about 5 days without purchasing new music (after purchasing 16 cds in the first quarter). It might have been longer. Addicts can't tell you see.

So, the new, highly anticipated (by me sucka) Flaming Lips cd, At War With the Mystics, was released on Tuesday (that's yesterday), and I waited until today to get it. Well, in all honestly, I tried to buy it off iTunes before 7 am yesterday, but iTunes was being a pain in the ass. Then I was going to get it at lunch yesterday, but I didn't have time to get coffee before work, so I was majorly decaffeinated and took the re-caffeination mission as time to hang with my buddy, Bettina. But today, I got my hands on it!

HAHAHAHA It's good. It's much more obvious about its moodiness than Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots, and I had to wait at least three songs for Wayne Coyne's squeaky high notes (that I love with all my heart). But I really like it. And I think that I'm going to really love it. It takes a while for me with most Flaming Lips (took me about five months to fully absorb Clouds Taste Metallic which is now, I can safely say, on of my favorite LPs ever).

Ok, and then, because I felt like it ... yes, I'm defensive... cause I wanted to. Cause I like them, I bought the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs newest Show Your Bones. And I do like them. And I'll be honest, I have nothing intelligent to say about the cd because I only listened to it at work on minimum volume and have not had any time to devote to it yet.

So, now, with my appetite whetted, tonight I did what addicts are just NOT supposed to do: I got on the internet. Yup, a girl like me can spend hours cruising MySpace pages for bands. I know, I'm a slut and an addict, picking up bands on MySpace, if my mother only knew. I can't help it. I need an intervention. So, I've got a list, of new stuff to acquire (I'm waiting until the weekend. Well, cause it's the right thing to do, though I gotta say Sound Team are going to be hard to resist especially with their show on Saturday in Houston).

Then I did what I told myself over and over not to do, on my new favorite site, gorilla vs. bear, there's a link to some pre-released tracks by The Ranconteurs (who, by the way, have a bitchin' website). And I said to myself, Kristen, DO NOT download songs from an album you know you are going to love and that doesn't come out until MAY 16. But alas, the demon was too strong, and I downloaded one. It made me want to... well, it made me want to find a way to get the damn thing before May 16, involving moderate amounts of violence, if necessary.

So that's that. I'm still 10 freakin' rows away from finishing the damn shawl. Have made no progress since Sunday. I think I'm scared of blocking it. Mostly scared of where to put it and what to block it on (and don't say the bed because my Sleep Number is a glorified air mattress into which no pins shall go).

Finally, I paid to have the hair on my face ripped out of its follicles this afternoon. Unfortunately, my normal person and I had a slight scheduling conflict this week, so I got to go with someone else. His name was June. He tried to get me to talk about church, but I quickly changed the subject. Anyway, for some reason, this man can not manage to wax my eyebrows without touching me ALL OVER my face, smushing my face to one side or another, and breathing hard. That and I said, "Please do not tweeze me if at all possible" (and normally people can accommodate this request), and he kept tweezing. It was terrible. And he got freaking wax in my eyelashes and plucked at those for what felt like hours to get it out. But then he said the thing that gets me going more than anything. He told me: "I'm sorry if I missed anything, I can't see your hair because it is so light." I hate it when people say that to me; I've stopped visiting salons altogether for that crap. I wanted to shout at him, "THAT IS WHAT I AM PAYING YOU TO DO, FIGURE IT THE FUCK OUT. If I wanted to go to people who said that to me, I'd be going to the salon called 'Nails and Waxing' down the street and paying $10.00" But I didn't say it. Then he said it twice more after that. Like that's an excuse for doing a shitty job. Oh, that just bothers me. If you can't see people's light hairs then maybe you should think of something else to do for a living.

This now ends today's bitter, bitchy woman segment.

Finally, a shout out to the Katy knitters. I'm so excited to see the new yarn store, Yarntopia. And hopefully, Brynne, I can finally cross the great Houston city limits divide and meet you in person!!