1.2.2002
 
Recently getting into the vocal stylings of Mr. Rufus Wainwright. Got a hold of his first album some time ago but never took the time to listen to the lyrics. Just now I've been reading some of the background info about several of the songs that Wainwright wrote himself, and now the songs make much more sense. The sorrows are all the little bit more sour. The moments when his voice dips down low are now finally understood...

Yes, I'm feeling broody at the moment. That would explain getting teary-eyed from listening to music, wanting to reread "Dream Boy," and the new layout that's halfway from completion.

Oh, and I barely touched my art project. Need to clean it up some more, but I can't do that till there's daylight 'lest I want to attempt bullshiting the lighting on the items.

Still have to take my photo for the self portrait coming up. I seriously do not want to paint my face.

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