I could start breaking things, but I'd just have to sweep them up.

So. What do you do when the person you live with forces you to take care of 90% of the household cleaning, even when you work outside the home approximately the same amount of hours?

Do you relent and become their maid in your own house?
Do you beg and beg until they tune you out and nothing you say has any meaning?
Do you stop cleaning altogether and get used to living in filth while you wait for them to realize how important it is?

Someone. Anyone with an answer. Enlighten me.

If it's a white hot soul they want...

So here I am. All atwitter like a 17 year-old girl. Oh. Rawk.


Is it July 10 yet?

Musicovery

I'm always on the lookout for new ways to find music, and it's Tony who stumbles upon Musicovery, a nifty web app that offers up whatever genre, and energy level for that matter, that your little heart may desire.

Slight caveat, though: this is an addictive little toy. You've been warned.

BRAVO.

Once you reach 0:53, things start to rock pretty hard.

If my typical day at the office was like this, I have a feeling I wouldn't dread waking up in the morning.

Summer snow.

I'm beginning to believe it a touch more each day; that I have nothing to add to the conversation, your high talk, the big idea. I'm increasingly irrelevant and decidedly disappointing.

The verbal snub.
The condescending chuckle.
I'm beginning to wear them like coats you hand me from the closet.

"Here, put this on. You're not fooling anyone."

In every life comes a moment, a benchmark, a trial - a test to see just how far you've come.

Mine came.
And mine passed on by, shaking its head at me and my June parka.