there you go with hope again....
since i gave back the mp3 player to batshit crazy guy, i have been travelling the subway with no music. it can't have been a good thing for my mental health. i'm sure i've stated before that my mood is a direct relation to whatever music i happen to be listening to...and its never a good thing to not have any music at all.

so i invested in a new cd/mp3 player, and i have spent the last two days ripping cd's for a mammoth orgy of listening pleasure. not including remix halos, i've managed to fit all nin onto one disk, which causes me such glee. a lad at work let me play the voyeur on his cd listening the other day...and it resparked my interest in the gooey, acoustic hidden morsels on my harddrives, namely rufus wainright and dashboard confessional.
- posted by tart @ 9:14 a.m.