Caterwauling

Another busy week in progress, so here’s the soundtrack to my life at the moment. Right-click/save-as — you know the drill. And don’t forget the song from the previous entry if you missed it.

This was in the CD player when I moved out of Pittsburgh. Although it is equally appropriate for D.C. And the sound of this man’s voice usually precipitates the need for a change of scandalous underwear for me.
Bon Jovi, “Two-Story Town”

This always, ALWAYS pops up on my random shuffle on my ROKR phone as I am walking into work. Three times in the past five days. And it’s excellent driving music.
Sara Evans, “A Real Fine Place to Start”

I like Seal’s version better, but it’s not loaded into iTunes and this one is. Because Seal? Is sexy as hell.
Alanis Morrissette, “Crazy”

Speaking of sexy, I love this song. It’s from “How Stella Got her Groove Back.” I hated the movie, but the soundtrack was fantastic. It’s a rare song that I won’t even sing in the car — I just mellow out and listen to it.
Me’Shell Ndegeocello, “Let Me Have You”

I cry every fucking time I hear this song. I heard it as I was driving to work the other day, and I had to put on sunglasses to skulk through the building to hide in my office. As soon as she gets to “something in blue,” I’m gone.
Lorrie Morgan, “Something in Red”

It’s a classic. No explanations of greatness needed. I rediscovered it after hearing it at a Christmas party last month.
Stevie Wonder, “Love’s in Need of Love Today”

I gave you one of her songs yesterday. As I’ve already tired of playing “Scratch” on a continuous loop, I’ve moved on to this one. There are dozens more that are as good or better, but this sums me up on a day like today.
Kendall Payne, “I’d Rather Be in Love”

And finally, in honor of my boy being in town on Thursday (and me missing him. *sniffle*), my current favorite song of his.
Bon Jovi, “Love Me Back to Life”

I am in the throes of orgasm watching “Grey’s Anatomy,” as I am apt to do every Sunday at 10 p.m. EST, and holy crap. I predicted where Izzie’s storyline was going because, gee, it’s nearly identical to the book I wrote in November for National Novel Writing Month.

Glad to know my idea didn’t totally suck. And that, well, I had it first.

UPDATE

OK, were my glasses the only ones that fogged up from crying? Jesus H, I heard three bars of Kendall Payne (“Scratch”), and I was long gone. Right-click to download and enjoy.

I have had one of those weeks in which I have been busy and definitely put in some looong hours, but I don’t feel like I have a friggin’ thing to show for it. *pfft*

WHY YES, I DO GET ‘SLIPPERY WHEN WET’

Bon Jovi is in town this week. On a freaking work night. *sigh*

There is seriously nothing that makes me happier than Bon Jovi music. I mean, I am psychotically addicted to it. And I have never missed a show of theirs — whenever they come to town, I’m so there. I missed their Dec. 17 show at the MCI Center because I was in Vegas, but I figured I’d catch this show. But then money crises came one after the other and are still in progress, and blah blah blah whineycakes, I never got a ticket.

So today, I said fuck the phone bill — I need a Jon Bon Jovi fix. I’m depressed, damn it!

Alas, I debated about spending the $98 a seat, plus $12.50 Ticketmaster fee PLUS the $4 fee to have my ticket e-mailed to me, and I thought about the best-case scenario of rushing out at what other folks would call “on time” and then what traffic would be like at that time and whether I could go home and park at my local Metro station and take the Metro to MCI center and still actually *see* the concert.

But alas, lest I get called a whiny, sniveling bitch again on my own website, I’ll do the rest of my whining behind the “more” tab.

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Can we have “What is, a movie that contains neither of the items intimated in the title” for 1,000, Alex?

That would be “Match Point,” for those not bothering to play at home.

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I just got my eviction notice.

For those of you who are new or who don’t remember, my apartment company sold the complex and our units are being converted to luxury units that are WAY out of our price range. Forced gentrification, I believe, is what they call it.

In any event, guess who just spent her moving fund this month to keep the student loan company from garnishing her wages?

In all irony, I called an apartment complex I really wanted to inhabit. Since last month, THEIR prices went up $300/month, too. Jesus Christ, I thought the real estate bubble was slowly but surely deflating? Fuck a duck.

Oh well, they say a window will open when a door closes. There will be bigger and better. And as far as the apartment I called today? It was in an area of town where someone lives who I DON’T ever want to run into. I may have to give up the luxury of having a state line between us, but I didn’t want to live in the same municipality anyway. So thank God for small favors.

If ever there were a time to believe in miracles, this would be it.

In the meantime, I think I’m going to throw up.

UPDATE

Note to self: Driving while preoccupied, while an everyday occurrence, not always such a good idea. I ran out for some late-night food, only to forget to turn on my lights (I only turned on the interior ones. *sigh*) and to realize I was turning left on a red when I was halfway through the intersection.

To the Alexandria cop who was parked at said intersection who did not stop me, I *~*heart*~* you. I’ll be out of your jurisdiction soon, so breathe easier.