Panties/Waffle House/Cathouse: The Series/Music

I could hide out under there. I just made you say "under where."

I also just quoted Bare Naked Ladies lyrics. I apologize. So, as a semi newly single lady who's been out of circulation for quite some time, I'm learning new things all the time. Like, I have couples underwear syndrome. I have never been into flashy/trashy/sexy underwear. (I can't seem to utter "panties." It's just too much. Similar to the word "moist." Can't do it.) I'm generally into whatever's clean, basically covers my ass and is less than $3. I have this thing about paying more than that. It's underwear, for Christ sake. La Perla? Ladon't think so. Agent Provocateur? Agent Provocano. I think, while you're paired up, cheap, basic underwear isn't such a big deal (although, perhaps I'm completely wrong. Maybe, someday, when the ex and I acknowledge our mutual existence, I will ask him. But probably not.) However, after however many months it's been, I think maybe I should start paying attention to my undergarments. Plus, you never know when there's going to be some sort of medical emergency which requires the ER to strip you down. And of course, that day, Discovery Health will be filming some sort of ER documentary. I went to Victoria's Secret [There are two kinds of people in this world. One who knows it's Victoria's Secret. One who says Victoria's Secrets.] to check out the skivvy scene and was appalled at what I encountered. I am not old. I am not completely uncool (no comments please), but I was seriously disturbed by the overabundance of pink adorning every possibly surface. I then learned that "Pink" is their product line that seems to be aimed at, what must be, a huge sorostitute population. Pink was emblazoned on the ass of everything. There was neon green lace. I can't really write about it, I can only make a sound that goes sorta like this: blerchbluhglarbah. Needless to say, I hightailed it out of there and made L-Ma go to Ross with me to pick out some dollar bargains. So, I guess what I'm asking is, do I really have to make an effort in the underwear department or are boys just happy enough to take them off?

Affle House:

Went to the Waffle House late Friday night/Saturday morning. It's one of my favorite things to do and was greatly missed while I was in the Northeast. For the longest time, the Waffle House closest to my house had it's W light out rendering it "AFFLE HOUSE." Always makes me smile when I think about it.

No waffles in this house:

One of the many only benefits of my roommates is their addiction to TV. They have 800 million channels. It's pretty sweet. This means that I can watch HBO's Cathouse: The Series anytime I want. Most of the time, I don't want to. Sometimes, though, I catch a glimpse of Airforce Amy's hair (I don't even know what era it comes from) and I'm hooked for the next few minutes. Bottom line, most of these chicks are busted, but are getting paid ridiculous amounts of money for something I'd turn down for free. Even I have my standards. These ladies go in the I Just Don't Get It column along with Dane Cook, American Apparel, and Arcade Fire.

Airforce Amy is in the middle. Yowzer!

Music:

Below, you will find my current playlist. Good? Bad? What should I be listening to?

Ruby - Kaiser Chiefs
Province - TV On the Radio
Grace Kelly - Mika
Montreal-40ºC - Malajube
Watercolors - The Postmarks
California Stars - Wilco & Billy Bragg
Sister Sneaker Sister Soul - My Latest Novel
Sunday Morning - K-OS
Suffer for Fashion - Of Montreal
Words You Used to Say - Dean & Britta
Save Room - John Legend
Objects of My Affection - Peter Bjorn and John
Babies - Pulp
Lazy Eye - Silversun Pickups
All the Night Without Love - Elvis Perkins
Hang Me Up to Dry - Cold War Kids
The Queen and I - Gym Class Heroes

I would try to find MP3's MySpace pages, etc, but I am lazy. If you know me and you're interested, I'll burn you a cd.