So, this week I came down with the goddman ebola virus. Okay, maybe my eyeballs weren't bleeding, but it was a virus of superhuman strength and I was basically immobilized for 2 days. Aries are prone to illnesses and conditions pertaining to the head and neck I've read, and that always seems to be the source of my problems. Whether it be an ughy cold or a mental breakdown, the stupid ol' head is always behind it. I'm feeling a bit more my ol' Bunny self, just enough to go see my favoritest nyc band tonite..maybe toss back a few whiskeys..you know, for the throat. Check 'em. Love 'em. I stole this from their drummer's MySpace profile..



That's probably my favorite song of theirs too, how GOOD is that?! And they're all cuties.

I'm in love with this band, the Purrs (they have this song "Get on With Your Life" which should pretty much be my theme song). I'm NOT in love with the job opportunities in this dizzamn city. I'm in love with meeting up with old friends after a year of noncorrespondence. I'm NOT in love with Tropical Fruit flavored Halls cough drops. I'm in love with Fall in Nyc.

Although, let me teeell you, NO more after-afterhours bars for this lil' girly, cos she gets into all types of trubs. Did you know there are crazy bars chock to the brim with hipsters at like 6 in AM on Saturdays?! Well, I guess I did but I haven't experienced it too much. Nor should I. I'm like a kid in a freakin candystore. But at 6 AM in the morning, half dressed and allz drunk. No really, I've learned my lesson.