Alas, my time with Faux Elvis wasn’t enough to fully cure my foul mood.

Without going into too much detail, I’m having some business/charity-related emotional strife. I’m trying to drum up donations for Clara Jane’s school auction. One of the coffeehouse I frequent a lot turned me down yesterday. Not even one damn bag of coffee beans for a public school. I’m taking this far too personally, but I keep thinking about how much money I’ve spent there in the past six months, how many people I’ve told to go there, how much free advertising I’ve given them on  my blog, how many friends I’ve hauled in there.

Now, I know donations shouldn’t be coerced via blackmail, but I’m having a difficult time not saying that previous paragraph to the owner, and an even harder time not shouting, “______________ Coffee doesn’t care about the community!” I know times are hard all around, and I’ve been aghast at how many restaurants have closed in the St. Louis area in the past month. I don’t know. I guess I’m just too much of a damn socialist.

I let that slight completely ruin my Faux Elvis-induced awesome mood, because I’m a big quitter like that. I was mopey and snippy and brain-dead for the rest of the day, and I did a lot of self-indulgent pissing and moaning on Twitter. Social networking, my ass; Twitter was made for pissing and moaning.  That’s what I use it for, anyway.

Around 10:00 last night, I moaned about the lack of puffy Cheetos in my life. My pal Summer, who follows my Twitter whining, made what I thought were a few jokes about leaving Cheetos on my front porch. It took about an hour and a message telling me directly to go check my front porch before I realized, holy shit, Summer brought me two big bags of puffy Cheetos, even though it was nearly midnight and a whopping 20 degrees outside.

Have I mentioned I have the best friends in the world?

Unfortunately, since I hadn’t taken the drive-by cheese puffing threats seriously, I was full of pretzels dipped in mustard by the time I made Brian check the front porch. This actually worked to my advantage, as I was able to capture this on memory card this morning:

Look at that mid-sized Absolut bottle! It was lying empty in my side yard this morning when I let the dogs outside.

My first thought was that maybe Summer had left it for me, but someone stole it, drank it, and left the evidence before I got smart and sent Brian to check the porch. Second thought was, I like living in a neighborhood where the booze litter is in the form of mid-shelf vodka bottles instead of Mad Dog 20/20, which has been all the other neighborhoods I’ve lived in as an adult. Third thought – they make mid-sized bottles of Absolut? Why was I not alerted. If Ketel One offers this size and I haven’t been notified, I’m going to be pissed. Because that size is pure genius.

Genius shuffle time! Each week I pick a song and run it through iTunes’ Genius ringer. Yesterday morning, I had Bad Kids by The Black Lips stuck in my head, which often happens when I’m in a foul mood. I don’t mind, because it tends to make me feel a little better.  I have no idea why. But it makes for a good Genius playlist for a dinner of puffy Cheetos and vodka.

1. Bad Kids – The Black Lips
2. Bicycle Bicycle You are My Bicycle – Be Your Own Pet
3. I Never Want to Go Home – The Whigs
4.  Better Off Alone – Black Angels
5. Chips Ahoy! – The Hold Steady
6. How Can I Love You (If You Won’t Lie Down?) – Silver Jews
7. Carpetbaggers – Jenny Lewis
8. Love Comes in Spurts – Richard Hell and the Voidoids
9. No Fun – The Stooges
10. A Little More For You – The Hives
11. Psychotic Girl – Black Keys
12. Second Chance -Liam Finn
13. Heretics – Andrew Bird
14. Fire Eye’d Boy – Broken Social Scene
15. Adventure – Be Your Own Pet
16. What a Wonderful Man – My Morning Jacket
17. Stereo – Pavement
18. California Girls – The Magnetic Fields
19. Sing Me Spanish Techno – The New Pornographers
20. Off the Hook – CSS

As a little sidenote, if the title didn’t alert you, I’m doing Holidailies again, which starts today. Another month of daily posts!