And then she asks me/Do I look all right

1. Last.fm seems relatively spectacular. But I am semi-ignant when it comes to such crazy future things like "internet" and "music." For rills. So, opinions? Has anyone been using l.fm for a while? Reports? Challenges? There used to be that other site... shit, what's it called. The blue and orange website? That was the same theory as this? Personal music profiles? It was a few years ago? I can't remember. Anyways, I want to hear about L.Fm happiness, people.

2. Sundays are sad and make me want to cry, because they mean (MEAN!!! grrr) the weekend is over. Sunday nights are poop. This resulting bluesbrain might be because I didn't leave my house on Saturday, and spent Sunday at a MALL, which makes me insane because those of you who know me know my big frights in life, in this order:

1. being buried alive underground like in The Vanishing, or that one CSI episode
2. claymation
3. shopping malls

Anyways, all those things make me sad and scared and anti-social, and then lead to me watching "Miami Ink" marathons and feeling sorry for myself. Tonight, however, I go to the gym. Tomorrow, I go out to dinner with nice people at a place that has linen napkins. Thursday, my volleyball team (who made the PLAYOFFS, natch) is going to kick some white ass.

3. Is there anything more excellent than prom photos? Esp. those from the early '90s? A mental snapshot for you: I once had a promenadetastic mental mindfuck involving hot pink Dyeables from Kinney's complete with rhinestone clip-ons. SHOE JEWELRY, people.

(heee!)

I will leave it at that.