okay, I'll admit: I am unreasonably possessive of songs that I didn't write at all. But after listening to songs over and over and over again, daydream soundtracks, it FEELS like I wrote something. Mostly just the lyrics in my diaryland diary and the melodies on my HEART.

Wes Anderson should score his next film entirely with Usher's "Nice 'n Slow." In the same way that One Tree Hill never has a moment without a new release playing in the background, it'll be two hours (+/-) of smooth coos of "nowbabytellmewhatchawannado." The stuff of fantasies.

The Connecticut public transportation system is really confusing, and might not even exist. Uh, this is a pickle.