the everyday adventures of sabrina

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morrissey

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goodness. maybe it’s because i was stuck in a smiths funk for the past couple of days and was playing my (small) collection endlessly on repeat, and then started looking at fansites replete with photos of the band, but then i watched the video for his new single, and — goodness — morrissey is not aging very well, is he?

song’s ok, though. i don’t see in it evidence of why people seem to keep telling me how good “you are the quarry” is, though i’m tempted — contrary to precedent, which is namely that morrissey is too whiny even for me, and without johnny marr the whininess is unbalanced — to get it anyways. i think i just like the sound of morrissey’s voice, but if he distracts me from that with annoying lyrics (e.g., the “meat is murder” title track) then it bugs me. too bad yesterday i forbade myself from buying anything else on iTunes for the time being.

fire

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holy cow.
* niqui has had her window open and noticed a large number of helicopters flying around, and then noticed (when the helicopters shut up for a minute) a large number of emergency vehicle sirens, and finally resorted to the intarweb after too long for it to just be a car accident on lsd or something, and apparently the lasalle bank building is on fire
oh my.
apparently there are people trapped inside
* niqui fights the gorey urge to walk down and see wtf is going on
FIRE.
* niqui likes fire best when it isn’t killing janitorial staff. killing computers is okay though.
* niqui turns on the teevee.
oh, man. that looks bad. big fire. FIRE.
* niqui hopes they get the people out.
teevee says they got the people out.
yay teevee!
it looks like it might be actually contained to one floor (now?) though, but it’s definitely FIRE.

now teevee is saying there are still people inside. eek.

bummer

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i appear to have lost my driver’s license. i haven’t seen it since i used it to claim my airline ticket to come home from atlanta, so i assume i fumbled it at some point — unsurprisingly, given my situation then.

damn.

at least i had the presence of mind to get a state ID as well, last time i had my license renewed, so at least getting a new one won’t be a hassle. and with the rotten picture on it — and it wasn’t entirely my fault; their printer messed up and printed little bubbles on my face. they actually had to print me two licenses to get one with a decent picture — it’s no real loss. i suppose i’ll do that this week, at some point.

oh, by the way — i touch-typed this. the bitch is back! (er. well. will be. i certainly won’t be touch-typing anything else today — back in the brace i go. i just took it off for a little while to stretch. ugh, we hateses the nasty stiff brace, precious.)

thank goodness for health insurance. emergency healthcare not, it turns out, inexpensive.

upon consideration

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i suppose there is one pretty cool thing about buying indie rock records — nobody’s ever given me a handwritten thank you note after buying a record at virgin megastore.