I have downloaded more free music samplers this week. Seriously. The first one was a Lollapalooza sampler and included what may be my new favorite song. Alberta Cross – The Thief & the Heartbreaker Seriously. I can’t stop listening to it. That and old old old New Amsterdams.

I saw BNB last night. Wifey was with me. It was the usual. “Give me a hug”, flirt, flirt, flirt. Whatever. Not falling for it this time! (Totally would fall for it). We walk out and she looks at me and says “He is really cute”. Thanks, betch. I know.

Feeling old today. Back to school time always gets me nostalgic. I miss college. I miss my friends and how there was always something to do. I miss drinking cheap, nasty beer/alcohol and playing drinking games. I miss the food. If you know where I went to school, you know exactly where I mean. I’d kill for that pizza or a bagel. Mmm. I miss the way campus looked after a storm. I just miss school.

I made a nostalgia mix today. It’s all crap I listened to freshman year. 18 years old and fresh faced and so very misguided. I thought I was so cool because I used to be the girl who knew about all the bands no one else did. I’d find them first. iTunes has a free indie sampler right now. I just downloaded it. I don’t recognize a single name. Not one. And I hate 90% of it. Where’s my AARP card? When do you stop being cool or relevant? Am I there and no one is telling me?! Promise me, my lovely friends and readers (since you’re one in the same, traffic is DOWN) that you’ll tell me if I start getting pathetic. I know, I’m not even 30 yet. But I am not used to not being the cool, indie rock girl.

Date night tomorrow. I’m meeting him at one of my favorite local places for whiskey and ginger ale. He wants to go for wings and beer. Although that sounds like an excellent date to me, not a first one. Ribs and/or wings are not something I can be lady like about. But I love them both.

I’ve been feeling so run down lately. No matter how much I sleep. I think it’s just the weather or allergies. The whiskey will help. Mmm.

Space Cowboy called tonight with good news and then we talked about what spurred my epic meltdown last week and I must say, I am so fucking lucky. Savannah calmed me out of my age freak out this afternoon. I have great friends. I do. I’m the type of girl who needs someone to slap me upside the head a la Gibbs every once in awhile and say “CHILL THE FUCK OUT, BITCH!” or sometimes I just need someone I can tell my secrets to.

There are definitely a lot of those. I was thinking on my way home from work tonight about the two parts of my personality. The good girl, we’ll call her lowercases, and then the bad girl. Capitals, natch. I am SO glad no one knows all of my secrets except for me and Jesus. He has to love me. All I have to do is apologize and tell him what I did and I’m forgiven. Right? That’s how catholicism works, right? That and I follow the three B’s. Booze, babies and bingo. I got this.

One last thing about music, when did “indie” start to mean hip hop? I am all about underground hip hop, helloooo. I have a fucking Sage Francis tattoo. But this is like…clubby hip hop. And shit that sounds like it should be on the Juno soundtrack. Le sigh.

So I got a text from Ruby Soho this week. She saw Cory Branan. She brought me up to him and…HE REMEMBERED ME! He told his girlfriend (boo) about me and everything. I can’t wait to see him again next month. A lot of good shows coming up. God I fucking love music.

I’m sorry I’ve been so fucking dull lately. I promise to make tomorrow night interesting. I mean, the dude is a zookeeper…it can’t be boring. Right? Famous last words…