Nostalgia Creeping In

How old are we when we first think to ourselves that today's music just isn't quite as good as yesterday's? 26? 28? I'm 30 and I definitely feel that way. I haven't quite reached the point where I think today's music is entirely unlistenable--there's some really good stuff out there--but most of it just sounds like crap to me. Have my tastes become more refined or am I just out of touch (read: fucking old and lame)?

I'm only contemplating this less-than-original subject because I downloaded some Cure tonight from iTunes because most of my Cure is on dubbed cassettes that are a good 15 yrs. old. I have to say, though not my favorite of all the Cure songs (I'd be hard pressed to pick a favorite), Just Like Heaven is quite possibly the most perfect pop song ever written. Every time I hear it I have to fight the urge to pinwheel and I wish I was a 15 yr. old goofy goth girl again :). Good stuff.

In other news: (file under TMI) My ovarian cysts are flaring up again. The literature says they can swell up to the size of grapefruits, but I'd swear mine are more like cantaloupes. As such, I am VERY IRRITABLE AND GENERALLY NOT NICE TO BE AROUND RIGHT NOW.

I feel like Violet Beauregard from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory minus the blueish hue and incessant gum chewing. Where are the Oompa Loompas to roll me to the juicing room when I need them???? Lazy little fucks. They're like mini-Teamsters. Just 'cause they're union they think they can slack and get away with it. Oompa-Loompa-doompity-doo, I've got a pink slip to give to you.

The kittens are gone as of tomorrow. Woohoo! Taking bets right now on how long it will take me to find the last hidden pile of poop once they're gone. I don't know that I'll ever find all of them. I've been searching for the one by the computer for at least a week now with no luck and it still stinks. Perhaps the poop smell is just permanently ensconced in my nostrils and I just THINK there's kitten feces everywhere.

Whatever, that's our good samaritan deed for the foreseeable future. That karma should last us at least a few months. I would love to sit here and blog all night, but sitting on this uncomfortable wooden chair has completely paralyzed my ass.

Nighty night, sweet bitches! XOXOXO