I have now seen the Pixies twice. First night, Constitution Hall was boiling, like 90 degrees. We sat way far up and the crowd was a little lame lame lame. Brian kept burning me with a fake ciggy made out of paper that I gave him to put his used gum in. He chewed the gum all night, and used the paper to pretend he was a badass. Prior to the show, I had this insane attack of the hypers that led me to hugely curse in front of some tourist kid and his parents. It was a happy cursing, so it wasn't so bad, but hey. They sang all the songs that I like in the beginning and Kim Deal looked a bit like someone's mom from far far away. Jeff was a happy beaver.

Second night. I was smart and wore way less clothes. A skirt and shirt in pink. No sweater. This time, the place (or I) was freeza! We sat in like the 8th row and had to contend with the anarchy of people who don't sit in their own seats, but sit wherever they like. The floor seats were much more comfortable. This time, Kim Deal was so rad in her GamaGo! shirt and lovely big big smile. This time, they played the songs I like at the end. Both times, I knew why Kim left the band to make the Breeders. She really is the jewel in the crown that is the Pixies. Eek! I know, either you think that or not. There is no middle ground. When she sang the lady in the radiator song, I just whispered "wow." Jeff was more lego-smiles than ever. Happy christmas, Charlie Brown.

Earlier, I spent a day off with my sister and her girls again. I think I am becoming closer to her than I ever was when I was younger. I am happy about that.

A few other notes about the past few days...

** It is very hard to take a 6 foot Xmas tree on the Metro. But when taking said tree on the Metro, everyone smiles at you. People love xmas trees.

** Not going to work and spending the day with children is exhausting. I felt the fatigue in my core and loved it.

** Lost is the best show on television. I am almost thinking it is better than Buffy was. Perhaps not better than Firefly, but still.

** I wanna start travelling to see my fave bands play. I wanna see Mary Lou Lord so badly. But she doesn't have a tour planned. She is what Dolly Parton was to me when I was 9. I will say it again. Her singing makes me want to be a prettier girl.

** I decided last night to get a short haircut. We will see if I go through with it. I am thinking short and pink and blonde and punk and messy and uneven, with a hint of blue. Like sunshiney waves in the middle of the sea.

** I had decided to get a wicked big tattoo on my arm, (shoulder?) for XMAS. BUT! I can't find a design. I want want a seamonster that is both pretty and scary and also cute and cartoony, but still scary. Hmm.... Send me your ideas.

** HGTV "passed" on me for a show about crafters. Thank god. But I am still available for appearances on something cooler if you are looking for people to make shows about.

** All of my orders this week have been for shirts and bags. THis is rad, but also makes the ninjas sad.

** I thought this morning about how I love my life and miss my grandma. At that moment, this lady walks up to me on the corner and starts to talk to me. I have seen her for years near my work. At one point she was panhandling and I gave her $5. THis was maybe 7 years ago. Now it seems that she has a job or at least pretends to get dressed and walk to work. I have wondered a few times in the past few years if she is real. Today she told me she loved my hair and that she is 72 years old. And that she has a "little girl" who is 53. She asked me how old I was and I said 31. You could be my granddaughter then, she said. Then she wandered off and I missed my grandmother more than ever. The world is full of people who could be your grandmother, I thought.