I'm frontin', and I don't care if you know

I'm having a cocktail now, a mixture of my own creation (well, my own naming, at least). It's The Beast, and it is raspberry vodka (it's Vox tonight, but whatever you have will do), cranberry juice and grapefruit juice. It is a delight. Try one today!

The VH1 countdown is currently on my TV — because I was going to watch "Play It as It Lays" but thought better of that before a night out, and VH1 Classic (the go-to choice) isn't playing videos right now — and Rihanna was just on, with "Unfaithful" and whoa, that song is dramatic. It's not that big a deal, lady.

Also, I just do not get the appeal of that Nelly Furtado song, yet I cannot deny the awful Pussycat Dolls when it comes to "Buttons." That song just has something. Could be that I'm a sucker for a track about fronting.

Today I just cannot get out of my mind that Sloan party Microsoft thing in Minneapolis last year. I wish I was at it right now. Instead I go see the Walkmen play down the street. That'll do.