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There's something eerie and remote about Courtney Love's voice. I don't really care for her as a person, though some of her songs have struck me. I used to own a copy of Live Through This, and I remember hiding it in my sweaters for fear my friends would think me a poser and a jerk for buying it. My sister told someone, and it was one of the more embarassing agonies of junior high life.

I've heard two songs off her new album, and it makes me sad that she has to be such an insane and crazy bitch. Buried somewhere in her horrible life is something really brilliant trying to claw it's way out. Maybe that's why she screams so much.

green plastic baskets

I am eating a marzipan easter egg from a little plastic basket not unlike the ones strawberries came in when I was a kid. I didn't realize how much I missed those baskets until I saw this one. They provided cages and battlements and all sorts of architecture for my action figures and Legos, hours of entertainment. I wonder why they stopped using them. Those palstic things they use now aren't good for anything.

Work was okay, but I think I was a little hungover. Typical though that I did not realize this until about one in the afternoon.

Most likely I will nap for a couple hours, or at least lay down while I play Castlevania. Once the holiday traffic dies down, I will head out to Metro for coffee and perhaps some cards.