'gonna slap the taste right outta your mouth'

the ceilings in my apartment are quite tall. so tall that on my little stepstoll i am not even close to the recessed lighting. well, i have eleven bulbs within my lighting, and over the past week seven of them have burned out, one by one. it's especially annoying in my hallway where i basically can't see at al. anyway. there is a clause in my lease explaining that maintenance will come change burned out bulbs for a fee of $25. that's an obvious rip-off. so i was pleased to discover that things like light bulb changing poles exist. i hit lowe's after work yesterday and bought one for $20, excited and patting myself on the back as i brought it home. i took it out and investigated all the fun bonus attachments (like a cleaning thingee to dust my ceiling fan!) and then set out to do some bulb replacing. except…the attachment i needed was definitely not included in the kit. wtf.

i have really no idea why i am relaying this possibily boring story other than to express my frustration at being so damn inefficient when i was trying really hard to the opposite. ugh.

i am so god damn itchy right now. allergies, cold, i have no idea, but i'd like to turn my nose and throat inside out right about now. my lips are also crazily, painfully chapped. hot.

for the first time in…ever…i'm not feelin' the new madonna video. i only caught about half of it today and felt quite let down. it's shot to look intentionally low budget and a little grainy, i understand, but i just feel like it's so bleh. hopefully they won't take away my fan club membership card for admitting these feelings.

in other music news, sara and i are getting tickets to see gwen stefani at madison square garden in december. i'm psyched, even though a huge venue show has never been my big thing. except, of course, in the case of nkotb.