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Went to Samantha Ronson last night.  It was a good show, and I am now convinced I'm in love, but Tegan will forever hold my heart.

Aaaaaaanyway.  The show was in a big bar that's usually as country as country gets.  It was pretty funny to see how hard they tried to hide all signs of it's true identity, covering the walls and awards and autographed goods with vodka posters and cheap printouts of robots.  They also hid the mechanical bull behind some flats painted in black light paint graffiti.  It actually would have looked pretty alright, if I wasn't already aware of what they were hiding under all those poor dead trees.

I was also kind of disappointed that L2 didn't show up and cause a scene... because really, we were all hoping for it, even if we didn't admit it.  Sam was pretty chill through the whole show, barely even looking up at us all until close to the end.  I do have to admit though, the couple of winks she did throw our way, more than made up for that... (oh the swooning!)

One last thing.  What is it in a male psyche that translates "lesbian" into "threesome"?  If I were to hit on a girl, and she's like, "I'm straight", I would be like, well, alright then, cut my losses, move on.  But for some reason, the phrase "sorry, I'm not interested, I'm gay", be it true or not, sounds to them like "try harder, and my 'friend' and I will totally blow your mind".  It's unexplainable.

I have had 3 hours of sleep. *yawn*.  I'm having a war with myself... to yoga or not to yoga?  I promised myself I would go 3 times a week, but I'm having a hard time motivating myself to walk there.  I was all over it until I hit the wall at 2:30... and now I'm not even sure I can make it home, let alone through a 70 min class.

Ugh my posture sucks today.