A need for tunes. Or something.

So yesterday, while home sick (yes, still. i can't believe it either) and doing entirely too much web surfing, I entered a Consumating conversation about music and bemoaned the fact that without a boyfriend, my music collection has become quite stale.

Yeah, that was me, being pathetic. I don't need no stinkin' boyfriend, I have friends to introduce me to new music! And the local radio stations, but that's besides the point.

So now I call upon my peeps (because I'm hip like that) to send me recommendations for music I should be listening to. If you can copy me on some that would be great, but a playlist or the like is welcome too. Luckily, the local public libraries are pretty well stocked on the music end of things.

But before I let go of the whole "boyfriend = new music" thing, I would like to thank my most recent, uh...suppliers for their contributions to my collection. Thank you Steph for Sufjan Stevens. I listen to him over, and over, and over again. Thank you Half-Normal Mult, for letting me snag 5 albums worth of music, much of it unfamiliar. And thank you Brandy, for last year's Holiday, Children's, and Easy Listening mixes.

So with that, I now declare Brandy to be my new boyfriend. Because on the Internet, you can be any sex that you want to be. Or gender. Or species, for that matter. But Brandy, you've been treating me bad. You never call, or write. Baby, where have you been? Gimme a call, update your blog, I miss youuuuuuuu!!!! [sob!]

Hey. I blame it on the cold medicine.