'i touch myself'

I think I may very well give up my current direction in life (which, according to holly, fluctuates between auditioning to churn butter in williamsburg, running some cloak-and-dagger operation, and saving the world) and become a full-time karaoke singer. well, not totally, but karaoke on wednesdays is definitely nudging me into that direction.

the latest debut by one scarlettesque jennifer petersen was the divinlys classic. ah, so so good. my bit came near the end of the night (I actually was getting worried that I wouldn't get to sing...how microphone hungry have I become?), so everyone was really into it. there was one bloke in the crowd who grandiously sang some tom jones song, which was a bit intimidating in the fact that he just sang in such a balls-out fashion. but I guess that's what karaoke is about...not giving a damn and doing what makes you happy. now, why don't we all do that a bit more in our daily lives without microphones in hand? something to think about.

in other news, it looks as if chelsea is going to capture the premiership title after the poor performance by arsenal on tuesday night. united had some excellent goals, though they were a bit scattered on the field when it came to yellow cards. (rooney needs to simmer down.) anyway, the chelsea bit is a grand thing.

aside from all of that, things are well...flittering about like a social butterfly, which is not going to get this death paper done any quicker but will keep me a bit saner. going to antwerp next weekend for sarah & kris's big wedding celebration. it will be lovely to see them again, as well as part of the vaux clan. and the dance floor will be open until 5am...heads up people.

hope that this finds all of you well. sorry if I haven't been nearly as attentive as I've meant to be towards friends and family...I've got a list of people to be in touch with; I'll try to conquer it soon! until then, loves to all.