Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me

I drive a car that was manufactured in the days before CDs were even a standard means of listening to music, so I plug in one of those cheap cassette adapters. One end goes in the deck, the other into my iPod. The thing's all messed up now, it shorts and it doesn't play right, and Wal-Mart is like, 20 minutes away and I don't feel like making the trip, so I've been listening to some tapes I've collected over the years. One is Madonna's Erotica (I also have an audiobiography of her, so I'll pop that in from time to time, too), one is Gang of Four, and the other is Tango In the Night, quite possibly the worst Fleetwood Mac album ever made.

But I also have a copy of Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me by The Cure, and this one I like a lot. I plan to update it to mp3 format so I can listen to in the real world, not just in the Volvo. Here's a photo of Robert Smith at nighttime.



Aside from rewinding tapes, I've spent my summer so far reading transcript, swimming, and riding my bike. Also, I'm back at the Main Street Café, waiting tables and cooking food three days a week. Let's just say it's been motivational.

Also have started a pretty major writing project with JRahn. It's in the works, and I'd hate to reveal too much, but stay tuned and maybe you'll get a peek.

It's late now, and I have to be up early for work. Those pancakes don't cook themselves. I'm going to hope for no nightmares after that Robert Smith Google image search.

Buenas noches.