Those who’ve known me over and extended amount of time are aware that when I start rearranging furniture I am looking for a way to let the energy escape. Yesterday, I shifted the room around a few times, working through personal issues, battling the ever present libido, the desire to not be single (it comes and goes), cussing through frustrations and furniture that didn’t cooperate, and eventually relaxed on my bed, happy. Same bed, but with a whole new perspective, and that was what I needed, a bit of change.

I haven’t accomplished much today. Okay, not as much as I wanted to, but I did get to the gym (I keep pushing myself, one of these days it’ll be too far), as well as Trader Joes for trail mix, worked some Excel spreadsheets for my awesome coworker Diane, lugged my monitor in from the garage (need to hook it up to the old Dell so I can get the stats to sell), and moved two boxes to the garage that I’ve been bumping into for weeks. I suppose that’s productive, but I still have a list of things to do, such as sort through my bin of mail I haven’t looked at for a month, tackle some items for work (including the web site which needs some serious attention), dry clean my comforter (looks like that’ll happen another day), take pictures of items to sell on Craigslist, laundry, and pack up clothes that keep falling off my ass (for donation purposes).

Of course, in order to accomplish these things I suppose it would help to get my butt in gear and quit leaning back in my chair, eyes closed, listening to my 10 gigs of music on random. Ah, memories, tingles, sadness, laughter, anger, desperation, longing, excitement, happiness, passion; music brings so much to me, takes so much as well.

In hopes of returning to my productivity, I bring you the playlist from this afternoon’s workout. I wasn’t sure how well it would work but it suited my purpose just fine, slower paced songs playing at just the right moments, others just when I needed the oomph. Because I love to share, enjoy the songs below though the files will be gone soon. Right click & save as please (not save ass, like I originally typed).

Then The Morning Comes - Smashmouth
Stand Up - The Clumsy Lovers
Razorblade - Blue October
Holiday - Green Day
Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett
Is That Too Much To Ask - Beth Hart
Calling You - Blue October
I Think I Love You - David Cassidy
This Love - Maroon 5
Always - Saliva
Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day
Walk Like a Man - Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons
Sound of Heaven Pulling Down - Blue October
Hook - Blues Traveler
Something More - Sugarland
Hey Lady - The Bradbury Press
C’mon Baby - Wakefield
Je M’Ennuie - Unknown Artist (from Henry & June Soundtrack)

I timed it perfectly and was walking to the locker room to cool down and stretch as the last one came on. If only I could time the rest of my life so well.

On that note, I send this post out to Theron and his new ipod; he’s probably enjoying it and all the buttons as much as I would a new vibrator.

p.s. - I received an A in PHIL 112 (Methods of Argument)…kick ass!

Those who’ve known me over and extended amount of time are aware that when I start rearranging furniture I am looking for a way to let the energy escape. Yesterday, I shifted the room around a few times, working through personal issues, battling the ever present libido, the desire to not be single (it comes and goes), cussing through frustrations and furniture that didn’t cooperate, and eventually relaxed on my bed, happy. Same bed, but with a whole new perspective, and that was what I needed, a bit of change.

I haven’t accomplished much today. Okay, not as much as I wanted to, but I did get to the gym (I keep pushing myself, one of these days it’ll be too far), as well as Trader Joes for trail mix, worked some Excel spreadsheets for my awesome coworker Diane, lugged my monitor in from the garage (need to hook it up to the old Dell so I can get the stats to sell), and moved two boxes to the garage that I’ve been bumping into for weeks. I suppose that’s productive, but I still have a list of things to do, such as sort through my bin of mail I haven’t looked at for a month, tackle some items for work (including the web site which needs some serious attention), dry clean my comforter (looks like that’ll happen another day), take pictures of items to sell on Craigslist, laundry, and pack up clothes that keep falling off my ass (for donation purposes).

Of course, in order to accomplish these things I suppose it would help to get my butt in gear and quit leaning back in my chair, eyes closed, listening to my 10 gigs of music on random. Ah, memories, tingles, sadness, laughter, anger, desperation, longing, excitement, happiness, passion; music brings so much to me, takes so much as well.

In hopes of returning to my productivity, I bring you the playlist from this afternoon’s workout. I wasn’t sure how well it would work but it suited my purpose just fine, slower paced songs playing at just the right moments, others just when I needed the oomph. Because I love to share, enjoy the songs below though the files will be gone soon. Right click & save as please (not save ass, like I originally typed).

Then The Morning Comes - Smashmouth
Stand Up - The Clumsy Lovers
Razorblade - Blue October
Holiday - Green Day
Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett
Is That Too Much To Ask - Beth Hart
Calling You - Blue October
I Think I Love You - David Cassidy
This Love - Maroon 5
Always - Saliva
Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day
Walk Like a Man - Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons
Sound of Heaven Pulling Down - Blue October
Hook - Blues Traveler
Something More - Sugarland
Hey Lady - The Bradbury Press
C’mon Baby - Wakefield
Je M’Ennuie - Unknown Artist (from Henry & June Soundtrack)

I timed it perfectly and was walking to the locker room to cool down and stretch as the last one came on. If only I could time the rest of my life so well.

On that note, I send this post out to Theron and his new ipod; he’s probably enjoying it and all the buttons as much as I would a new vibrator.

p.s. - I received an A in PHIL 112 (Methods of Argument)…kick ass!