rachel yamagata

i really like rachel yamagata. i used to listen to her stuff every day after i heard her on 'the oc'--i don't care if that's an embarrassing admission. her self-indulgence is irksome but then again everyone's is,.
her music reminds me of those reality shows when ppl go 'i've had such a hard life' or 'i've overcome so much,' my personal favorite. it's such bullshit. ppl can be so dramatic. it's hubris to think you're the only one who has problems.
moses' playing on the herringbone stool i just bought. he's tearing the crap out of it. should have known better--the felt ottoman fell prey to the same fate. before the stool, he was molesting this fake rat thing. it must've been a present from my mom. i don't remember seeing it b/f and i was getting all paranoid it was a real rat. clearly i didn't think that whole possibility through enough but whatever i'm fearful.
i was on the L tonight standing next to this guy w/ the most repulsive looking moles on the back of his neck. they looked like black mushroom clouds. i was staring at them and his friends kept catching me but i honestly couldn't help myself. i just kept wondering if he knew about them. at the very least his friends must know. they should be fired for not sending him to the dermatologist immediately to get those removed.
maybe that's mean of me. honesty's mean usually.
i used to have this friend i'd always say brutally honest things about other people to and she'd say sthg to the effect of oh you're so irreverent or that's so awful, all the while w/ a big smile on her face. i'd always say but it's only you i'm saying this to. after our bloody friend breakup, i used to wish i hadn't told her, i hadn't said it's only you all the time.