Cause the world that spins around me

I was all set to complain about my mother and her bizzare "let's get samantha married off" thing, but I seem to have been put in my place:

Greetings Samantha --

Here is your horoscope for Tuesday, July 29:

You're a student in search of a teacher, a half-full vessel waiting to
be topped off. Forgive the ranting of someone too full of his or her own
importance. You know how it feels to be thoroughly convinced.

Time's Elastic and Passions are Plastic

I'm going to make brownies right now. If you come over, you can have some. (This is an open invitation to the universe.)

It's bloody hot today. Sarah apparently went and hung out with Billy Kelly today, and -this- stranges me out. Billy was the first friend I had when I switched to public school in 2nd grade. The teacher said don't be friends with him, he's a trouble maker, so of course we were buddies immediately. Most of my early school memories revolve in some way around Billy, but we went to different high schools and haven't spoken in about 7 years. So it's a bit odd that he still lives in the universe and also that he still hangs out with Sarah, who was my good friend for the last 3 years of the time Billy and I were friends, and who went to his high school, and who is now -my- best friend. I told her to tell him to email me or something before I have to drag his ass on Oprah or something.

I was going to behave myself and not bitch about my mom, but I changed my mind. Today's conversation went: "So, have you met any nice boys?" "Yeah mom, I meet lots of nice boys." "Alright, but any -promising- ones?" "Sure, they promise lots of stuff." "That's not what I mean and you know it." "Look, mom, I don't dig. All of the attractive men that I've met that live in the city are either married or gay." "Wait, you've met attractive men that live outside the city?" "Oy. Just let it go, will you?" I've said it before and I'll say it again: she's a fruitcake.

Stacey's younger brother Spencer is apparently going through roughness back in Florida. I told him he should move out here. I always forget to think of him as my step-uncle...he's just my buddy Spencer. He's having this bizzare late-twenties breakdown type thing and I think he needs out. I keep offering my house as a waystation for disgruntled Florida residents. Besides, Spence wants to be a chef, and I could use someone around to cook.

Ok, one more time. I'm addicted. Damn you, Toby!

Pick a band/musician and answer only using that band/musician's song titles: Pop Will Eat Itself
Are you male or female?: Get the Girl and Kill the Baddies
Describe yourself: Satellite Ecstatica
How do some people feel about you?: Wise Up Sucker
How do you feel about yourself?: Eat Me. Drink Me. Love me. Kill me.
Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest[/spouse]: Poison to the Mind
Where would you rather be?: England's Finest
Describe what you want to be: X, Y & Zee
Describe how you live: Preaching to the Perverted
Describe how you love: Dance of the Mad
Share a few words of wisdom: Wake Up, Time to Die

Also, guess who's pissed that she missed the release of the new Eels album? Argh, I suck.