Joanna Stevens sings like an angel. And I do not say that lightly.

My venture into the world of consumerism resulted in four new cd's. Yes. Four. No. I'm not proud.

But I couldn't find the boots I want. Since I know *exactly* what I want, that means I'm doomed to not *ever* find it. And the clothes I wanted, I realized, are not exactly cold weather appropriate. And I've got months of cold weather coming to me, quite soon.

I am so. fucking. sick. of the northeast.

If I could leave it now, I would.

But, I've got four new cd's. And I like them all.

And things could be worse. I could live in the Southeast. Or New York City. Or - god forbid - Ohio.

I'm such a fucking optimist, it kills me.