Songs 'N Stuff

I was in the mood to spend a modest amount of money downloading some songs tonight. (Yes, I am one of those nerds who actually pays for music as opposed to illegally downloading. I would rather spend the 99 cents than have the Bar refuse to admit me because I downloaded "It's Raining Men.")

For some reason, I've been on a bit of a disco kick. It's particularly funny to me, since I wasn't born when any of the songs I downloaded were on the charts. In fact, many were probably on vinyl or 8-tracks. I bought the following:
1. Love to Love You, Baby
2. It's Raining Men
3. She Works Hard for the Money
4. Love Song by Sara Bareilles (yes, it's the sole contemporary on the list)
5. On the Radio
6. Don't Leave Me this Way

By the way, I defy any woman (or straight man, for that matter) to not feel the least bit aroused after listening to Love to Love You, Baby.

I guess I'm just trying to get ready for bed. I'd love to not have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I'm nervous. I keep having visions of the doctor telling me he's only going to take a little bit of my skin, a little blood, etc. Yes, I'm probably paranoid, but I fear the realistic one is probably the blood draw. I guess I'll resort to anything instead of facing the only thing that lies between me and the doctor: sleep.

So a buddy commented on my most recent posting about Sarah Palin. I don't know about the rest of you, but I can't help but think of Tina Fey every time I see her talking about dogs with lipstick and seeing Russia from her house. Yes, in that voice. And I also can't stop thinking that Palin, someone who most assuredly would rather live in a world without gays (check out her bio, including "A Day Without Gays"), copied Karen's hairstyles from Will and Grace.

So I'm listening to my ipod and I'm realizing how terribly painful these little earbobs are. But it's still worth it to blast P!nk at levels that my neighbors and mother shouldn't hear, especially when she tosses around words like "d*ckhead," "sh*t," etc.

I guess I'll go take a shower. I feel like I'm reading a real-life version of The Monster at the End of This Book. It was my favorite book when I was little. My mom would always do the Grover voice, and it makes me laugh to this day.

Oh! And who thinks I should spring for World Series tickets for my dad? They'll be unbelievably expensive, but it's probably one of the last times (if not THE last time) the Dodgers may be in it in the conceivable future. Any thoughts? Oh yeah, and my federal loans come off forbearance (i.e. I have to start paying them) in November. Any thoughts?

G'night. I'll let you know how it goes at the doctor.