We are Magic He Said, but Don't Let It All Go To Your Head

I will be very busy this next week with school, a visit from an old friend this weekend as well as a Jason Mraz concert. I am not a hypocrite as one can do both Interpol and Mraz in a month�s time and not be a traitor to the cause of real music. And you're going to get yours, my lady. Might even be today And it ain't no thing 'cause I'll be rolling right along with you-woo-woo Ah, to be sexually exhausted. I spend most of my free time studying in between little groupie excursions and a project here or there, not to mention my friends are of the mode in which friends don�t let friends blog sober, or drunk. I can�t post daily or even every couple of days right now; I can spam your blogs though so no concern there. I want to thank my roommate ; she does a damn good job doing the blog explosion thing for me. I am not sure why but last year I got her in the habit of scrolling through blogs on blog explosion for me and she did, often marking blogs that I would never even look at because our tastes in everything are really so different; she is a storm trooper though as while only dreaming of starting a blog herself she routinely reads mine and my links. I don't want her to do this any longer, but I fear I have created a monster; she scrolled - get this - one hundred blogs on blog explosion yesterday, to what end I have no idea; that is what friends are for I guess. Me thinks she may need to add another class to her schedule. One of my professors to me.

Crazy girl what are you doing?

Get off that damn computer and give me some love.

I'm posting a link to where you can get The Cranky Liberal's awesome video on the sidebar ( turn head left to see it ) take a look see. I looked at Crankys blog and pictures of his kid�s soccer team. It is interesting to see that some of these people are really human.Soccer- kids- keep em busy and in good physical shape when young, good idea. I played soccer here and in Australia when I was younger and up until junior year of high school when I dropped it and just ran cross country and track; my parents always felt kids should be busy and kept physically and mentally active as it helps them concentrate. As the kids get older the " keeping them busy" was more often than not a way to help keep them not so focused on things such as sex; it seemed universally thought among the yupper(yuppie) echelon that the more free time one had the more one was likely to engage in sex at an early age. I'm not so sure this is the case as if I had had more time in high school I would have probably slept but whatever. It worked well enough up a point I guess, but eventually that point of time comes; I think it important that one not be physically and emotionally exhausted in order that if they decided to loose the challenge their parents felt they needed to mount, that they can enjoy it. :) I was kidding about that quote being one of my professors, but things have been rather dry around here lately and I wanted to startle you all awake and respond in kind to an email I received about appearing to like older men. I do like older men, but if you're not linked here you're obviously not one of them. Flax seeds, well they tear me open And supposedly you could crawl right through me Taste these, teeth please And undress me from the sweaters Better hurry cause I'm heating Upward bound now, Oh, maybe I'll build my house on your cloud Here I'm tumbling for you Stumbling through the work that I have to do Don't mean to harm you I promise a wanna be dirty girl post before I take off into the oblivion which is my life of choice, or my choice of life or whatever. Doug: I am still intimidated by you, and the fact that guest poster this week had to post three words in "show off" fashion leads me to believe my effort would be totally inadequate. ;) Pia did an interview at Bring it On which makes me think we should all interview everyone on these blogs with the only stipulation being that we can ask whatever we want. We appear to feel deeply saddened and full of social responsibilty for, and about the deaths from the earthquake, as we did about the deaths and destruction from the hurricane; we rush to aid, and feel a gut reaction inside everytime a new disaster strikes. What perplexes me, if that is the word I'd like a word more vitriolic in nature but can't come up with one right now, is that people can feel strongly and want to rush to the aid of some victims and not others - when one thousand die we gasp - when forty thousand perish we gasp louder and in horror and run to help. What happens when generations are destroyed? Nothing. What is it about the brain that can separate these humanitarian issues? A link to the Coalition for Darfur Post follows. I posted a link this time as you might want to look around the links in their side bar; I realize that showing off my boobs for cancer is certainly a nobel cause, even for one with exhibitionist tendancies, but in a land where AIDS, poverty, rape, and genocide are a daily occurance those tits mean nothing. You need to see it as well. Go to it. Katrina and Darfur. title and all purple people eater lyrics via J Mraz.