fluffy, fluffy, fluf

since i am supposed to be packing this week, be prepared for an avalanche of blog posts. sure, i don't have anything particularly interesting to say, but it's better than hunting for newspaper to wrap stuff up in!

i mentioned i realized later today that the snippet of song i heard earlier this morning was fluf, and then i found this site with some clips of their music on it. you should go listen to one or two, especially the clip for the song sticky buns (also recommended is their version of pj harvey's sheela-na-gig!). it might not mean much to you, but for me hearing those songs instantly transported me to my senior year in high school, and the year right after that, in just about the best way possible. although i do feel like hunting down a vanilla-roma airfreshner and painting my fingernails black. here is a photo from said era to make you laugh:
you can't see it in this photo, but right behind us is a huge poster for the smith's album the queen is dead. this is one of my ex's and i, in the first apartment friends of ours owned. on the island most of us lived with our parents until our 20's, so this was huge. we used to drink giant boxes of pink wine and smoke generic cigarettes we bought on base for $9 a carton. that sweater my sister and i used to argue over all the time, and i think i still own it. we'll see if i find it when i pack. who wants to come over and help? scared, are ya? lily-livered chickens!