jodi? maybe. i haven't updated or written much in forever, it feels like. what's new? what's changed? well. . . i work a lot. haven't checked any new music in too long. have been in a bit of a creative thanks to corporate america rut. but whatevs. i still try to find time to have some fun. get drunk and freestyle rap with dara. turns out there are SEVERAL words that rhyme with PER-SPIR-A-TION. (but asians isn't one of them). i put an early kabosh on 2009's jodi the redhead worldwide tour. time to be a brunette. no lameoid highlights, either. time to be dark. . .like my soul. sorry-couldn't help.
growing my hair out, trying to get it long. it's in one of those awkward kinda between lengths right now. and it's cooler outside, so it really shouldn't be so difficult to manage, but it is. i blame this on lack of sleep and rushing to get out the door on time for work every morning. staying up late rules. especially when i'm watching some awesome classic flicks such as death becomes her. or big. or the craft. or. . . you get it.
checked inglourious basterds last night at the davis. gotta say, it freaking rules. no lie, may be my fave tarantino flick to date, actually--although i didn't care too much for grindhouse or deathproof to be honest. but it's super rad. pitt's hilarious. bj novak (huuuuge crush on this guy) scalps "nat-zees". would def go see it again. (if i can find the time, that is!)
had an ok weekend, hung with friends of friends and probably drank more than my share, but it's almost as if i'm desperately, blindly and naively clinging onto the last hot breaths of summer. the oxygen is thinning out and it's just barely suffocating. the last gasps are pathetically dying out. that's me. in a rut, acting rashly and foolishly. "having fun". what have you.
my girlz are coming to visit in a few days. my minnesnotans. can't believe it, it's already the last week of august, i mean holy shit! then it's fall. . . and hopefully more shows. and more friends. and less werk. and more social non-boozing. like bowling at the old man bowling alley down the street i've been meaning to check out for FAR too long. and finally booking those plane tix to new york. and just me bein me. i still feel the best i have in a while. i'm probably whining a bunch, but really i feel good. confident. on my own two feet. no training wheels this time.
everyone said shit takes a long time to get over, heal, blah blah whatever. and here i am, feeling like i did years ago. not creepily ecstatic or happy, but legit and like a big girl. independent, holler at yer beyonce.
i'm rambling now. just thought i'd give the old keys a couple finger punches since it seems the only messages they seem to communicate these days pertain to the medical communication promotion field. go diabetes! go money starved egomaniac sales reps! go quality control! you get it. . . anyway. this weekend, ghost cruise on the river, good friends and a day off of work. can't go wrong there. . .
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