pulling no punches.

what can I say? it was a good year for popular blogworthy music.

10. Girls, ALBUM
9. Neko Case, Middle Cyclone
8. Built to Spill, There Is No Enemy
7. Om, God is Good
6. A.C. Newman, Get Guilty
5. The Brother Kite, Isolation
4. Phoenix, Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix
3. Japandroids, Post-Nothing
2. Antlers, Hospice


1. Animal Collective, Merriweather Post Pavillion


HONORABLE MENTIONS: Dinosaur Jr, Farm; the xx, the xx; Bear In Heaven, Beast Rest Forth Mouth; Bon Iver, Blood Bank ep; Cass McCombs, Catacombs; Cursive, Mama I'm Swollen

sketchy mcsketchers

luff

you're not my dream girl

you're not my reality girl

you're my dreams come true girl

it's that time of year again! YEAR END LISTS! get 'em done.

huey lewis's 'sports'

somebody. let's talk about this game.

bor. rowed. time.

love shitty things? check out the David Bowie bootleg Dallas Moonlight. on April 27, 1983, Stevie Ray Vaughan joined Bowie on a soundstage in Texas to personally destroy 29 of Bowie's greatest hits. wherever you stand on the Bowie fence, I defy you to make it all the way through this “bluesified” version of TVC15 without shuddering your headphones off.

and before any of you try to deflect the trauma by making jokes about cocaine descisions (we've all been there), remember that Bowie’s coke phase was in the mid-70s and was more or less excellent. this has nothing to do with white lines and everything to do with smoking white grooves. if the breathy jazz version of Jean Genie doesn’t give you chills just wait for the monumental jizz-off at the end of Star.

I only care about matieral things

I know I'm on your christmas list.

Buy For Me Lovers



'cause life sucks kids: all up and down the dial

boyz

MARRY ME?

sigh.

I enjoy my little sister. she is funny. not the same sense of humor of me, but funny in a ditzy goofy way. abby has been an epic fail in the past 6 months (drug charges, dropping out of h.s., being PREGNANT), but today she gave me some much needed cheering up by being incredibly stupid.

she woke me up and begged me to go to the new chinese restaurant with her. apparently its the best. so because Im the best I took her over there to buy her sorry pregnant ass some lunch. as we were eating, she sneezed rather conspiculously, during which a huge amount of spit came out of her mouth and into her napkin. normally abby embarasses quite easily, but in this case she just laughed. my idiotic sister then proceeded to say that she thinks chinese people are robots. I repeat: she thinks chinese people, such as our waiter, are ROBOTS.



"I always forget they are like real people, I think of them as robots."

"that's disgusting, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I don't know, they look different and talk different. you just spilled food on yourself and you didn't seem ashamed either, so Im not alone"

"that's because I'm a fat pig not because I'm so xenophobic I believe non-Americans are ROBOTS."

so that's what a not-even-high school education will get you.

*I like being home, as a visitor. even just being in Maine for 2 days turns me into a backwoods lumberjack. no really, today I had to climb on a ladder in my backyard, and CHAINSAW some branches down. I was covered in sap and pinecones were everywhere. I also got wet, swung in a hammock, took dirty pictures on the home copier, and got some curtains.

*I also took painkillers for the first time in a year. ugh. I was hoping to never have to take them again. but I was in pain. I will be in pain for awhile. I am not myself and may never be again.

*coming from a small town can suck sometimes. I went to goodwill and then rite aid with my sister, and of course I see 2 guys I know. not just 2 guys I know, but one was the most genius guy ever, whom I graduated with and he went to harvard and once tried to kill himself. I avoided him so he didn't think I still lived here. much worse though, was the fact that the guy who rang me out at rite-aid was a guy from a neighboring high school whom I blew at a party after a long-term relationship ended when I was like, I dunno, 15/16? I don't think he recognized me. phew.

hold your horse is

well now that my brief blogging hiatus is over, be prepared for more trite personal comments and random online craporama.


Mat Riviere: lives in constant fear that the bottom of the range Yamaha sampler he got for his 15th birthday will one day just stop working.

d'ohin in the wind

real quick you guys:

***marge simpson is on the cover of november's playboy. oh great, so now I have to buy an issue of playboy. I love airbrushed, hairless vulvae and boobs with no aerolas for some reason. mmmm, aerolas. I guess it's in honor of the simpsons 20th anniversary. embarassing. at least I know there won't be those gross drawings of simpsons characters fucking that you see online sometimes. they always have bart and lisa doing some nasty shit in them too. like wanting to see cartoons fuck isn't perverted enough, you have to throw in a bit of incest. gross.

***new camera obscura album still on repeat. I repeat, still on repeat. dunno, wouldn't normally be my steez but it's like, all heartbroken and shit. also, rodrigio y gabriela, andrew w.k. and the girls album. omfg the guy from 'girls' is so fucking hot ohh i'm cominggggggg. ok then.

***people are getting excited for fridays again like they are 20 instead of 25. this is a great development!

***you are also one month closer to seeing my boobs in print, whaaaat

mmmm.....blog

*I deal with an insane amount of people on a daily basis. I am mentally collecting lots of gems that are uttered by our wonderful work clientele.

new favorite:
"so what do you do with all this stuff at the end of the night?:

"we donate it to a couple of homeless shelters in the area, like the salvation army, amos house, and crossroads."

"oh man......that's great, they are SO lucky, I can't believe it."

"um, not really..........they ARE homeless."

you know this was a man. and apparently in his eyes, overpriced organic pastries and breads make up for crippling unemployment and debt rates. cheers!

*life has been a million times better once I realized that my ex didn't actually love me. I believe he thought he did, at one point anyway, but once I look at the sum of all the parts, it's clear. and it gave me that extra push I needed to be so much better. aside from a solely physical attraction, there is really nothing attractive about him to me anymore. it's true that personality accounts for so much in chemistry, etc. it certainly sucks to feel like stuff meant a lot less than you previously thought, but again, people are what they are!

*there are certain albums/bands/songs that appeal to the broadest groups. every once in awhile, a band will blow up that everyone loves, from the annoying music snob to the guy who only listens to the radio at work. right now I feell that is Phoenix. you can hear their music on The Hills, the radio, being played at clubs by djs of all sorts, and in the headphones of people who have pitchfork as their homepage. bon chance, boys, je t'adore!

*Jennifer's Body is the most entertaining movie I've seen in awhile. I love Diablo Cody. ugh. she met her ex on a forum for Brian Wilson/Beach Boys super nerd fans. they traded bootlegs. she flew across the country. sigh.

more. later.

sosumi

welcome back.

oh hey, I finally got the daniel clowes tattoo I've wanted. the first page of enid, her walking, black and teal, on the back of my forearm.. yay! I haven't been doing too much out of the ordinary. working a lot, a couple profitable trips to foxwoods, planning a baby shower, a little modelling/photography projects, and a couple of the most fucked up dates of my life..

a customer at work brought in a huge box of books for me. the first one I picked up was a hardcover autobiography/memoir by LL Cool J. I immediately hung the cover up on my locker. the second book I picked up was that book, 'Johnny and his gun' or whatever, the book about WWI, where the solider has no arms, no legs, or anything like that, he's just a brain. I'm sure youve heard of this, FUCKING METALLICA DUDE...

to be continued..

deer blog

dear blog,

I wish I had more time for you.

love always,
katherine dubz

would you like a sausage

sometimes life pulls you in funny places.

sometimes it pulls you in 500 of them.

fair o rama

I went to the Skowhegan Fair tonight, one of the biggest fairs in redneck Maine. tally?

Pros:

*live animals: friggin' GIRAFFES just hanging out and you could feed them carrots, and they leaned down to LICK MY FACE with their black tongues, just like Ugg said on Salute Your Shorts. also, wallabys, kangs, and goats. a potent mix.

*native american products up the touch hole, bought a poncho (villa), friendship braclets for me and Mark D, and a bag

*FRIED DOUGH

*carnys. they have big hands and smell of cabbage.

*CONS

*getting my ass GRABBAZOIDED by a dirty redneck and having him smile at me when I yelled at him

*paying out the ass for everything

*no toucans this year :(

*seeing only wrestling and heavy metal band teeshirts

*flip flops on EVERYONE and dirty feet

all in all a great time. getting to first base with a giraffe makes me wanna freak panty drop.

speaking of, as you may know I am obsessed with Vice Magazine and particularly their photography. a particular photo set I emailed them, hoping to get into the magazine, GOT THEIR AT TENTION. I was emailed by them about possibly using a picture in a spread. YES. getting paid, gettin' PAID.

...

sitting silently in a car, after a wedding......

The red moon is rising behind you
The ocean is pounding away
I held up a light to the smoke but
The redness blows it away

And the night is cold
And the clouds go by
Tomorrow morning
I hope to be home
By your side

The riptide is pulling me under
I’m drifting, drifting away
Tomorrow the sun will be brighter
The water will rise and wash us away

But the stars are cold
And the air is bright
And I see you now
You shine like the steel on my knife
The darkness is wrapped all around me tonight

I miss you
I miss you there’s no one else
I do
I do

saturday night crap-o-rama

feels

I feel like this right now.

mark kozalek

so the fun thing about meeting new people, is that sometimes things will just turn out insane. and then you have a story to tell.

I went out with someone I barely knew last weekend. let's just say that he was coked out of his head and drunk the second I showed up, he asked for a threesome with the waitress, and molested me. but he looked like bradley cooper. all is not forgiven.

also this week, the guy who brings me to work, his name is Ray. he works for Checkered Cab. I use them in the mornings if I'm too tired to use the bus. well he's in his 50's, and is AWESOME. he brings me to dunkin every morning and we talk about the news. he also teaches me dirty italian words and bad names, like 'spacone'' and 'cavunde'. Ray likes to tell me stories about when he was 'signed to Columbia records' and 'the opening act for Joan Rivers'. I think he thought I didn't believe me, because YES today he gave me a copy of his cd. it is a bunch of covers and it's call 'the many feelings of ray alvino'. I'd post a picture of the cover, but dontcha know it, I can't find it online. I give him free bread from work, and we have this awesome relationship. he even does a cover of the Godfather theme.

lastly in people stories, my friend Will was telling me about his favorite sociopath. he works with Will's wife Meryn, at RISD. I guess he's crazy but sorta normal for a bunch of reasons. well my favorite story involving him is how this guy had to go to a friend's wedding one weekend. when meryn asked him how it was, he said it was good but that he wished he had gotten the friend a different gift. why is that, wondered meryn. well it turns out the guy had painted a FOUR FOOT TALL SELF PORTRAIT and gave it to the couple as a wedding gift. he was bummed he gave it to them not because of how hilariously inappropz that is, but because he said it was TOO GOOD and he wished he kept it.


loft-sitting this weekend downtown. see you there.

filth

it's a hot one.

my heart's in the strangest place

sooo oopsy doops, my relationship is 9/10's gone for good?

don't ask. I won't tell. :'(

howevs, in an effort not to hang myself with a super fashionable thrift-store belt, maybe I'll try to hilariously document the dates I go on now. I am in this city, with a job that I can leave at any time, but with no place to go really. so because I'm a 23 year old employed non-obese young lady with two breasts, I get asked out from time to time. normally I would explain that I had a boyfriend. but since I don't, hmmmm. I guess maybe I'll try to do a few of these things and something funny will come out of it?

I'm hoping for some really bad dates. I'm talking 28 year old virgins, devout catholics, and guys who wear new white sneakers. of course I am no prize for them either. they may see me as a mouthy alterna-babe, but once they find out that I own more toys than anything else, my quirkiness might just look a bit sad. I'm also obsessed with sexuality and that can be creepy.

let's see how this social experiment goes. see you at the Trail of Dead show!

*ps, on the Garbage Pail Kids website, I designed my own called 'Don't Date Kate' and it was awesome but the link won't work :( I think I'm holding a fishhead, and wearing an adorable dress and have a bunch of sick wounds.

*pps, I was going to write the word 'pussy' as in pus-sy wounds, and I think that is a word. in 7th grade health class I remember reading this chapter on infections and wounds and it used that word to mean 'full of pus' and I just giggled because the word 'pussy' was in the health book :/

oh it was a funny little thing!

lookit this boy


I'm so into boys! boycrazy!

not going down with the ship!

*we got a new radio system at work; switched from sirius radio to an internet radio system. I don't know what station we had it on, but they played reggae covers of Radiohead, Sonny and Cher, and the Eagles. also played the Smiths, 311, the Decemberists, that Judy in the Sky with Glasses song, Sixpence None the Richer, and a variety of stuff that left me gobsmacked. I can't think of one genre like 'Coffeehouse', 'dance' or 'pulse' that would play all that stuff. the reggae version of Radiohead was hilarious.

*I forgot how much I dig the Exploding Hearts. I love crazy/tragic/lovely band stories, theirs is one of the greats. so much potential. d'oh!

*I am going to buy a cheapish digital camera soon, and then post pictures of my new house and my new room. I hope. plus lots of other pictures :( :D I need to get that camera!

panic attack

I am a wrecking ball in a summer dress.

aww yeah

right now, kelis is bringing a little baby milkshake into the yard.

hope she releases the name soon.

today was supposed to be her courtdate with nas to discuss child support.

oopsy doops. brutha ain't there.

it's happening

NEXT LEVULAR. so fucking cray cray.

wiggle when they walk

guys, I have some bad news.

Michael Jackson died. I put his death in the category of Jerry Garcia, Elvis Presley, and Chris Farley, as in, "who would have thought those health-nuts would've kicked off early?". David Crosby, this is your future.

It's actually pretty sad. really the first celebrity death I've been alive to have been truly touched by. my friend Annabel is angry that that MJ dies and it's like he's been canonized and everyone has forgot about the molestation charges and other wacko stuff he's been accused of. my friend Annabel also has a stick up her ass (but is amazing). the way I look at it, is the same way my not friend Dave Chappelle put it:

woman, talking about black celebrity criminals: "And what about Michael Jackson? do you believe he did it?" (referring to the molestation charges).

Dave Chappelle: "of course not. I mean, he made Thrilla. *softly* Thrilla.

woman: "so you'd be comfortable letting your kids share a bed with him then?"

DC: "fuck no! are you crazy?"

*speaking of Dave Chappelle, he recently did a not-so-secret midnight stand-up performance in portland, that thousands of people showed up to. it only lasted an hour, because apparently only the first row could hear him. come back Dave. so perhaps dying youngish was the only way MJ could put a glittering halo back on his legacy. if he died of natural causes at age 80 I'm not sure his albums and singles would be dominating the charts the way they are now. I confused his funeral for the BET Awards. he is that hot again. of course, we all know he never was NOT hot. klassic.

*the past few weeks I have only worked 30 hours or a little bit less, due to illness/weakness. while I miss the extra cash, it's been nice. this coming week is back to a monday-friday full time schedule though. that is if things work out how I want them to.

*I wish I hadn't joked so much about my sister's pregnancy and how bad it sucks because now she's been in and out of the hospital with complications. while whatever happens will surely happen, it's a sad time for all involved.

*summers should have soundtracks. there is usually an album or two that becomes 'the' soundtrack to my summer. I don't really feel that way this summer, at least not yet. mostly I'm just listening to a lot of Rush, Luscious Jackson, and the new Phoenix. maybe that'll be the summer jam actually

ummm I have to go watch true blood now.

that's a pretty nice haircut

yes and in 'rand mcnally', people wear shoes on their hands, and hamburgers eat people.



this guy is having the most awesome time ever!

this little dude is not. creeper



I put a spell on you!

we yum yum cum

sigh.

I enjoy my little sister. she is funny. not the same sense of humor of me, but funny in a ditzy goofy way. abby has been an epic fail in the past 6 months (drug charges, dropping out of h.s., being PREGNANT), but today she gave me some much needed cheering up by being incredibly stupid.

she woke me up and begged me to go to the new chinese restaurant with her. apparently its the best. so because Im the best I took her over there to buy her sorry pregnant ass some lunch. as we were eating, she sneezed rather conspiculously, during which a huge amount of spit came out of her mouth and into her napkin. normally abby embarasses quite easily, but in this case she just laughed. my idiotic sister then proceeded to say that she thinks chinese people are robots. I repeat: she thinks chinese people, such as our waiter, are ROBOTS. 

"I always forget they are like real people, I think of them as robots."

"that's disgusting, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I don't know, they look different and talk different. you just spilled food on yourself and you didn't seem ashamed either, so Im not alone"

"that's because I'm a fat pig not because I'm so xenophobic I believe non-Americans are ROBOTS."

so that's what a not-even-high school education will get you. 

*I like being home, as a visitor. even just being in Maine for 2 days turns me into a backwoods lumberjack. no really, today I had to climb on a ladder in my backyard, and CHAINSAW some branches down. I was covered in sap and pinecones were everywhere. I also got wet, swung in a hammock, took dirty pictures on the home copier, and got some curtains. 

*I also took painkillers for the first time in a year. ugh. I was hoping to never have to take them again. but I was in pain. I will be in pain for awhile. I am not myself and may never be again.

*coming from a small town can suck sometimes. I went to goodwill and then rite aid with my sister, and of course I see 2 guys I know. not just 2 guys I know, but one was the most genius guy ever, whom I graduated with and he went to harvard and once tried to kill himself. I avoided him so he didn't think I still lived here. much worse though, was the fact that the guy who rang me out at rite-aid was a guy from a neighboring high school whom I blew at a party after a long-term relationship ended when I was like, I dunno, 15/16? I don't think he recognized me. phew. 

* I've been off and on birth control since I was 14. it's odd, I've been having lots of dicussions of about the pill with my girlfriends, and it seems like a lot of experiences are similar. looking at stories online on my fave blogs only confirms it. the pill is horomones, duh, and it makes things fucking wacky. mood swings, huge tits, all over bloating. add to that a pre-existing ovarian condition that makes you very round around the belly and hips uncontrollably, and it can be a miserable situation. I'd like to maybe stop ingesting these horomones and try something else. but I really, really despise condoms. also trying to lose weight, for real this time, and a lot, so I'm scared of side effects. time to do some research, even though there is a good chance I won't be having regular sex anymore anyway.

*alright, you can see my tits, gonna submit to vice soon, whaaaaaat? didn't even lose the weight first, d'oh! 

*tits are real, inverted nipple and all, self-edited on picnik.com, thanks ;)

aquaboggan

like my new ride??

dopeshow.

independent woman

enjoy your fireworks

love always, 

a woman in trouble

boring science stuff ahead part one

GROSS.

I've been reading a lot lately about one of my favorite subjects, neuroscience, in conjunction with sports. I am fascinated by sports: statistics, drafts, the whole shebang, but woefully undereducated about it. thankfully I am seeing someone who seems to be able to answer any random question I have about a player or team or rule. also, he knows a lot about beer. hmm.

I also like reading about probability, and how randomness rules the roost. so neuroscience, probability, and sports combined make for some interesting thoughts. like an analysis of whether in basketball, a player's 'hot streak' is actually real. it's amazing how much the idea of psyching oneself out effects gameplay. I found out that the fake nature of basketball shooting streaks was first demonstrated by Amos Tversky and Thomas Gilovich, a psychologist at Cornell. they began the investigation by sifting through years of Philadelphia 76er statistics. They looked at every single shot taken by ever single player, and recorded whether or not that shot had been preceded by a string of hits or misses. If "the hot hand" was a real phenomenon, then players should have a higher field goal percentage after making several previous shots. The streak should, hypothetically, improve their game! *full disclosure, I don't even know if the 76ers are still a team, or if they are any good. but apparently they were ridiculously amazing for a time being.

the dudes found there was absolutely no evidence of "the hot hand". a guy's chance of making a shot was not affected by whether or not their previous shots had gone in. each field goal (again something I thought was only in football) attempt was its own independent event. the short runs experienced by the 76ers were no different than the short runs that naturally emerge from any random process. jumpshots were like flipping a coin. the streaks were a figment of our imagination.

Andrew Toney, the shooting guard, was particularly hard to convince: during the regular season, Tooney made 46 percent of all of his shots. after hitting three shots in a row--a sure sign that he was now "in the zone"--Tooney's field goal percentage dropped to 34 percent. when Tooney thought he was "hot," he was actually freezing cold. and when he thought he was cold, he was just getting warmed up: after missing three shots in a row, Tooney made 52 percent of his shots, which was significantly higher than his normal average.


now if all this jazz about the 76ers isn't interesting, because maybe you're lame, or maybe you're a loyalist, let's check out the Bird-era Celtics. his time, they looked at free throw attempts, and not just field goals. the science dudes found absolutely no evidence of hot hands. Larry Bird was just like Andrew Tooney: after making several free throws in a row, his free throw percentage actually declined. Bird got dumb, and started missing shots he should have made.

apparently there was always one exception to the hot-hand rule, and that is Dimaggio's 56 game hitting streak in 1941. but the 1940's was lamesauce and I'm more interested in mustachioed basketball players with shorts up to their balls and goofy faces. *ps, Stephen Jay Gould, famous science dude and guest star on the Simpsons, proved that even a 56 game hitting streak will naturally emerge from the history of baseball.......



*well that was fun. I feel smarter now. too smart, even. so I now I need to go think about items I might like to purchase.

a woman in trubz

I haven't been posting as much as I like because I'm going ballistic trying to balance moving and being very sick and work and some sort of a social life. lyme disease is acting up big time, giving me fevers and hands that are totally fucking useless. mark d is leaving to la for a week on friday, and I'm trying to squeeze in some extra sweet time with him. I'm going to Maine for 4th of July weekend (holla) and that in itself is stressful. it sucks travelling on the bus, plus my pregnant baby sister sucks and I have to deal with that, among my own medical needs. barf.

mark d recently got a ridics new computer, and is generous enough to sell me his old mac laptop! yay for regular internet! I'd like to post new pictures of my beautiful new house and stuff soon. I painted it 'jupiter orange', which is basically the exact color of a school bus. my 'new' bed is twice as big and my new room half as big, so some massive rearranging is in my future. I know it'll look like an old lady exploded in there.

I hope everything will be okay soon.I'd like to continue the general upswing I had going.

101 Questions About Reproduction

so, chapters in books are usually given the cardinal numbers 1,2,3, etc, but this other book I'm reading, a novel about a retard trying to solve the murder of a dog, the chapters have prime numbers 2,3,5,7,11, etc. he likes prime numbers. I like prime numbers too!

working out what prime numbers are is a complicated task. first you have to write down all the positive whole numbers in the world. like so.


then you take away all the numbers that are mulitples of 2. then 3. then 4 and 5 and 6 and so on. the numbers left are the prime numbers! while this rule for working out prime numbers is really simple, no one has ever worked out a simple formula for telling you whether a very big number is a prime number or what the next one will be. if a number is really really big, it can take a computer yeras to work out whether it is a prime number.

prime numbers are therefore useful for writing codes and in the u.s. they are classed as MILITARY MATERIAL and if you find one over 100 digits long you have to tell the CIA and they buy it off you for like $10,000. but that's not a good way to make a living, but neither is working at a bakery. prime numbers are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them*.

hey remember last fall when everyone said we were gonna die because of the supercollider? well they are doing it again, later this year, so get your affairs in order. say your goodbyes. we're all gonna get sucked into the universe swallowing black hole.




*information from this post collected from various bullshit conspiracy sources. or it's all true, either way.

relax

rogue taxidermy

one million lesbian march (into my dreams)

we're through the looking glass here, people.

after my TMI post, I'll just stick to the regs.

*there is nothing more painful than hearing someone who doesn't know anything about politics trying to talk about current events. now that we're getting older, you're going to have to do better than "BLANK is an asshole." buy a fucking newspaper. get fucking offline (hear hear!) you have to read at least some of the front section every day. otherwise, you are not allowed to have opinions about anything that is in the news.get over talking about the supposed biases everywhere. there are a bunch of biases, just be smart enough to understand. there's still tons of other pertinent information in there, except for the projo, which is $2 now.

*hey remember that time Conan O'Brien was not awesome? ME FUCKING NEITHER. he was dopeshow on The Simpsons, Late Night was bonkers for years and years, and now The Tonight Show is just amazing. props to Conan for translating his wacky, sometimes crass, always irrevrent humor to a more mainstream audience, and for including Andy fucking Richter. The Smiths said, some girls are bigger than others. clearly also, some people are more fucking CRAZYTOWN than others.


*Ralph Macchio is on Twitter.

*summer dressing is never my fave, as I'm a big fan of layering, but I must say I'm pretty psyched on short floral skirts, sleevless mesh jerseys, and onesies.

*I'm so angry THERE IS NO GOOD CELEB NEWS.

*if you are put on the guest list, do not blow off the show. it's not cool and the band will find out.

*hey everyone, are you fucking sad? bullshit. if you were really broken up about this, me, anything, you wouldn't be out drinking and dancing to "Boys Don't Cry" at 2 a.m

end obnoxious rants

I dont need anutha case

I'm super busy tonight, so I'll try to make this like britney and kevin: a very brief affair.

a few lines of this post will be straight out lies, I'll leave you to guess which ones.

* I am moving soon, like less than or equal to 2 weeks, and hopefully the pupster I want will follow. going to paint the room a lovely minty clover green this week/end. the room is much smaller, but the hearts are way bigger! me and my trolls shall be very happy there.

* my fucking sister is keeping her baby, PAPA DON'T PREACCCCH. her boyfriend, no lie, wants to name it if it's a ghoul, Juanita, after his grandmother. I said I would reach into her underage uterus and pull it out myself if that is what it will be named. she doesn't have to like Huck, or Amelia, but there will be no Juanita Witham's in my life.

*can I say, the single most reliably satisfying person in my day-to-day life is the 8 year old boy who comes into work almost every afternoon wearing a full on NASA spacesuit. this thing is bright orange and has silver foil stuff on it, it's truly ridic. and the most dopeshow thing ever was when I first asked him what occasion the costume was for, and he said 'No costume, I'm a real astronaut', as I handed him his gingerbread star. future fucking badass.

* I'm hopelessly in love, and when I say hopeless it's because I mean it. when things are good in a relationshp, it's hard. let alone when shit gets bad because you turned into a mopey gus after 3 months of unemployment and solitary confinement. then other people complicate things. then you deal with fucking tempers and practical mutual verbal abuse. then even deeper stuff that that. I guess I'm not the only one at a loss! I am living in a grey area, and absolutely devastated by it. PISS OR GET OFF THE POT. life is complicated, hard, blah blah blah. you either want to try with someone or you can't/won't/not gonna. we are young, let's move on. we're both smart and hot and funny. we can be that together or with others. my life is improving by the day, be a part of it. or move. the fuck. ON.

*Down to Earth is a supremely watchable film.

* I have recently taken a serious of photographs of myself, which I would like to share. they will be Katie Paper Dolls, if you will.

* a shout out to Callie, one of my regular customers, who somehow saw this blog and talked to me about it at work. hullo joe.

*I'm about to go crazy and pull a Leila from 'Lie With Me'. if you don't know that movie, look it up. you see Eric Balfour's boner in it a ton. but that's gonna be me :/

THERE ARE NO WORDS

JIMMY FALLON YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY NOT BECOME SORTA KINDA MAJOR LAME



MARK PAUL GOSSELEAR YOU WILL FOREVER BE MY HERO/DREAM FUCK.

cum as you are, lesbian vampires circa 1994

I want to call bullshit on people who say they aren't scared of some horror movies. I understand that most of these movies can be lame, and there is no need to be scared of some monster jumping off the screen and most of the time you can imagine the zipper on the costume being visible, like when that pussy Doug Funny finally opened his fucking eyes. but I mean, some of the stuff in Pan's Labryinth? or What Lies Beneath? parts of The Uninvited? fuck, even parts of the Ring for chrissakes. can you not suspend disbelief for a moment? this is life, join the party.

I have been having a lot of ridiculous, can I stress RIDICULOUS dreams lately. but I really hate it when people talk about their dreams. one sentence tops. like, "you killed me with a carrot in my dream last night". okay, that's all you need. anything more, like "it was you but it really looked like Jeffrey Dean Morgan and I think it means that...", is NOT INTERESTING. please go fill a syringe of care juice, so I can inject it in my veins, kthx.

also, I need to work on not being rude to guys who come up respectfully to me in bars, work, etc. they are only doing it because they think I am pretty. or maybe easy. that's not so bad.

paula abdul jabar

the award for best celebrity news garbage churning pun of the day goes to E! for it's headline: "DJ AM Seeks to Spin Life Story".

and the award for best video you maybe sorta forgot about but used to love when you were 5 goes to: Paula Abdul's "Opposites Attract" feat. Dj Scat Kat (sp)!

before Paula was a dented-chest havin', pill-addicted, QVC sellin', secret-booze-in-her-AI Coke cup swillin', Bravo-reality-show-havin' joke, she was one of the world's biggest pop stars! whoopee! she even came #1 on a poll for who men would most like to be stranded on a desert island with. now this crazy lady just cries when some hack warbles a cover of 'Imagine' and hails them as a true original artist. blarf. but it's super fun because she's crazytown.

Paula used to be engaged to Emilio Estevez, until her huge, huge career took the air out of their tires, and well he was also a big star and busy. these things are all currently still true, obvz.

for now you can just hang out and watch the animated super-urban dancey wasteland created in this video. some hot pussy on pussy action.

don't pull tha thang out

and as things fell apart,
nobody paid much attention.

- the Talking Heads.

can I say, that right this very second is one of the most difficult times I've ever been through. and that is saying something.

do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. at the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. you can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. in this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. the song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. especially songs like In the Air Tonight and, uh, Against All Odds. but I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.

if you're still with me, I'd like to fall down a flight of stairs. also, if things work out with my ishs, I am going to be moving into a collective space bent on community projects, sustainable living, social change, and heavily involved with both metal music and the IWW. heaven anyone? also, I'll be having a dog. a dog. a dog.

if you're still with me here, I wish I could remember the fucked, FUCKED up dreams the combination of anxiety meds, caffeine and sleeping pills makes me have. If I could somehow record them, they would be the greatest things you'd ever seen. I'm talking, kids stealing wheat stalks and throwing them on the floor, emptying water on them. various messed up surrreal deaths and murders, and desperate messed up sex. or maybe it's just all the influence of the David Lynch picture I hung up.

anyone know the story, "Little Match Girl" by Hans Christian Andersen. I am the Little Match Girl right now. I am.

"Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand........"

".............But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year".

I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.

a woman in trubz

oopsy doops.

why do things change so fast? argh. regret is an awful feeling. I'm a sorry sorry girl. everything is precious. precious.

on a lighter note, we have a serial masturbator at work. a certain gentlemen, apparently aroused by the smell of our delicious mesa blend, jerks it on the patio all the time. with a newspaper in his lap like he's all stealth and shit. we have kicked him out numerous times, attempted to call the police; one woman says she recognized him from getting kicekd out of starbucks for the same offense. what what? no preservative pastries are the greatest foreplay ever people, take my word for it.

shite, gotta jet.

love always,
katie

statutory grape

so finally, epicly, It's confirmed where I am moving to in June. here in providence, downtown-ish, sorta kinda, a 3 floor house with 8 people, puppies, a garden, and weekly family meetings and dinners. who can I thank for the hookup? sweet sweet alex from seven stars, who scarily enough, is a lot like me. her cat is named 'bodycount' (Ice T ref) for chrissakes. I've accepting having to leave behind some of the amenities of the really nice apartment I have right now. however, I also accept paying over $100 less a month. oopsy doops. looking forward to all the new friends and situations I will find here!

*and I've been way behind in my celebrity news, but um, put this is the 'least surprising thing ever' file: michael jackson has skin cancer. oh really? dude has probably put everything on his face from searing hot barbeque sauce to flaming sparks from that pepsi commercial, to brooke shields' pussy. being white is just that desirable.

**um also leaked nude pics of rihanna, obvs from chris brown and his camp. normally 'leaked celeb nude pics' mean nip slips in the ocean or rump shots from calendar shoots. but rihanna is straight bent over from behind and you can see her ladyfingers n' stuff. plus her boobs (nipple ring, plus one) and abs (minus 1). this is what jay-z jerks off to while beyonce is off pretending to give a shit about kids in hospitals.


**also, youtube or google the clip from a recent weezer show, in which they cover of kids by mgmt, with a pokerface by lady gaga INTERLUDE people (plus rivers in funky shades). who out of those people should be ashamed? I'll just wait for Mark D to start that weezer cover band.

*** in predictable-hipster news: I am majorly feelin' the new Wilco and new Grizzly Bear albums.

***less predictably, I have boy drama. man drama. little sister baby mama drama. no no no.
let's all just listen to 'Brick' shall we?


TELL YOUR FRIENDS 'PEACE, LOOK, I'M BOUNCIN'

up

UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH.

another bullshit night in suck city

I have a bajillion things to say, but no time right now to say it. full disclosure tomorrow probz.

pop culture is piling up behind me, I need to divulge!

*new bookz rule.

whoa whoa whoa!

is that a new outfit?

something looks different.

I'll tell ya later.

err

remind me to tell you about the creeper from work we had to kick out for masturbating on the patio.....again. 

it's a good story. 

lots of good stories from today, but I gotta run because I'm going to Maine for the weekend to kick my sister's ass and buy a new phone.

love,

katie

bizarro no. 1

have you heard any of tupac's music since he died? it all sounds the same. it's like he's not progressing at all musically.

real love

today at work, men women and children all complimented my new earrings. compliments to a narcissist are like sweet sweet cherries to pacman. it was dopeshow.

speaking of dopeshow, like Marilyn Manson said in Bowling for Columbine, if he could say anything to the youth of today, he'd say nothing. he'd

let's all count on MM to bring the hotness!

also, new silversun pickups is my jam!

also, you may have heard me ramblin about The Wave Pictures, here is a new song of theirs, loves it. hear it hear

and finally, anyones lookings fors a roommates?

10 seconds of springtime

spring is here full force, all lisa lisa steez

and I am going to be getting a haircut soon. 2 weeks probably. I've been growing it out a little to do some shaping. not gonna make it shorter really, just switch up the style. I am obsessed with haircuts, which you already know if you read this ever.

I, as usual, will be doing the snipping myself. I've got a few inspirations in mind.



also, the Babysitters Club books were for young ghouls a few years older than me, back in the day, but I was super into the Little Sister spinoff books, featuring Kristy's young stepsister Karen. it was a nice series for kids from divorced homes, because Karen's parents were both remarried. the book barf-ably calls her 'Karen Two-Two' or something like that, because she has two of everything. anyway, this whole haircut biz, reminded me of the story in which Karen gets an terrible superbad haircut, and has to deal with all this shiz at school. I googled the book, to see the cover, and almost peed myself laughing over the truckstop bulldyke haircut Karen got.

no wonder she's scarred for life. what kind of supercuts reject gives an 8 year old girl the same haircut as bobby budnick? ugh.

I was a lesbian in my dream last night

I am currently teenymctinerson obsessing over:

where the wild things are trailer
the american apparel/woody allen lawsuit
the bar brawl that broke out last night at karaoke
everything about this
our magnificent bastard tongue
six feet under
cutting my hair soon
feeling my relationship at the level I once did, asap hopefully
spending my free time like a 15 year old boy, ie eating tacos while: watching superbad, playing tetris, checking out girls, swearing
the girls of Luscious Jackson

a little bit o'luck

today on the street I found the 1904-1927 Smith's Regents Review Book, for United States History and Civics, copyright 1926, cover price 40 cents. it's so old, and has a ton of handwritten notes and stuff in it. I wish they made natural born citizens know this stuff too. talk to one Japanese person (just one tho) and they will own you in every aspect of American history. this book smells old, yay.

also the Judgement Night soundtrack was procured. a handful of it is truly awesome.

lookie here

is it possible for a death cab for cutie song to start out sounding like a modest mouse song, and then turn into a death cab for cutie song? the answer, is yes.

also, I distinctly remember in high school driving with probably Roland, when the first puddle of mudd song came on the radio, and someone in the car asking if this was the new unreleased Nirvana...........

***********someone from Tennessee told me I'd be right at home in Nashville today, thumbs up! gotta hit up savers first and pick up all the floor length jeweled dresses.


***but really what I wanna talk about is the soundtrack for Judgement Night. Judgement Night was, according to secret online wiki sources, a 1993 movie "star"ring Emilio Estevez, Cuba "Good"ing Jr, Jeremy Piven, and Stephen Dorff. plot = witness murder blah blah on the run. I do not remember this movie. I remember the soundtrack, HELLO. wikisecretsource says it peaked at #17 on Billboard, and had three singles. what is important about this soundtrack to me is it's very intiguing rap/rock collabos. not of the aerosmith/dmc/kid rock/saliva variete.

Judgement Night soundtrack, featuing:
House of Pain and Helmet
Teenage Fanclub and De La Soul (!!!)
Living Colour and Run DMC (okay some Run DMC)
Slayer and Ice-T (!!!)
Faith No More and Boo-Ya (I don't know who Boo-Ya is, but I'm jealous the name is taken)
Sonic Youth and Cypress Hill
Mudhoney and Sir Mix-A-Lot
Dinosaur Jr and Del tha Funkee Homosapien (omgomgomgomgomg)
Pearl Jam and Cypress Hill

among others. people, if this isn't next level I don't know what is. I must scour Newbury Comics or someplace for a used copy. motherfuck that is jawesome.

anyone else notice the Onion has been on-point lately? they dipped into Vice-territory for awhile, but they're back babyyyyy

the ironing is delicious

from the desk of the hilariously ironic:



this picture of Billy Corgan and Tila Tequila from Bravo's A-List Awards.........

I don't even know what the A-List Awards are, and I'm a pop culture junkie. what are they doing at any awards show? why do they look so happy? does Billy have a mustache? I mean, one is famous for fucking both chicks and dudes on mtv, and the other is famous for fucking himself so many times he's no longer on mtv. just sayin'.

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I played frisbee for the first time in 3 years today. I suck at it. it is very fun. I understand why dogs are often animated in cartoons doing this.

dear teenage girls....

......I'm sorry for not understanding sooner.



I get it now. thanks, GQ.


love always,
katie

ummmmmmmmm, can I say, I won my friend's March Madness Bracket! it was about 7 people, $10 buy in, no bars being held. but I came out victorious, with my mildly informed sports decisions combined with such thoughts as 'Ugh, I knew a mean BITCH from Wake Forest, suck it' guiding my selections and voices. I'm supposed to receive a $50 compensation, but I won't hold my baby stinkbreath.


I came to the realization last night that Tom Perotta is one of my favorite authors. I read a book or two a week, mostly all non-fiction with the exception of my graphic novels/comics, and his are always the best fiction. also, 2 of the movies adapted from his books are two of my favorite movies, Election and Little Children. I wonder if he still teaches writing at Harvard; he's not super old but he is super good looking.


**whilst rewatching some nip/tuck recently, I became very interested in the music they feature on the show. nip/tuck is basically a highly stylized, sexual, surgical, philosophical, gorgeous late-night soap opera. they have an operating scene every show, and the doctors always play music they find appropriate. music is used to great effect throughout every episode, but particularly during the operation scenes. sometimes, it's very obvious, and (perhaps) ironically hokey. an example of that would be when an author gets breast implants to try to simulate what his wife went through post-masectomy/reconstruction, for a book deal. the song played during the scene was 'A Boy Named Sue'. hmm. in another, during a testicular implantion, 'Diferente' by Gotan Project is heard. when a woman comes in to get her crazy abusive ex's tattooed name removed - 'Slave' by the Rolling Stones (and 'Tears Go By' when she gets a new name put there). 'Vincent' by Don McClean for an ear reconstruction. 'All the Trees in the Field will Clap Their hands' by Sufjan Stevens during aftermath of a hurricane. Frank Zappa's 'Chungas Revenge' for a 4-way scene. 'A Cry For Love' by Black Heart Procession, heard during a surgery scene for a girl who purposely mutilated herself in order to appear a victim. finally, one of my favorites, 'Everything in It's Right Place' by Radiohead, during the scene where Sean has to reassemble a bunch of corpses in the morgue, after they were taken apart and used to make a new woman-corpse. oh, and 'Lovers Spit' during a marriage proposal, whaaaaat.
there aren't many shows on that incorporate music in the way that Nip/Tuck does. usually it's some soft-rock Sara Barellies/Colbie Caillat/KT Tunstall/Natasha Beddenfield booshit played during Grey's Anatomy, which in turn makes it's a hit that I have to hear on the radio all fall.




ps, I'm ready for some dad jokes......you know, of the 'I feel like a sandwich..' dad: 'Funny, you don't look like one!' variety. 'Is it Wednesday today?' dad: 'All day!' tell me more please.m

naners

DID YOU SEE LADY GAGA ON AMERICAN IDOL LAST NIGHT?!!??!

she was locosauce! crazytown! both nutty and fruity! my hero.....*sigh*

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bitch puts us all to shame.

Wanted:

boys who dress like the male Pretenders in the 'Brass In Pocket' music video.

***I requested some copies of Sassy from various libraries in Rhode Island, and I read the 5th Anniversary Issue from March 1993 yesterday. it was just as good as I remember it! I particularly enjoyed the last page: for those unfamiliar with Sassy specs, there was a brother-mag founded by Spike Jonze, Lew and some other skateboard guy called Dirt. It only lasted a couple of issues, but was super cool and zine-y and ahead of it's time (hello Spike Jonze, before even the music videos). so the back page from this anniversary issue featured Spike Jonze and Mike D of the Beastie Boys baking a cake for Sassy, and it is a step-by-step how-to. very cute.

there was also an ad for a Sassy music hotline, where for $.95 a minute, you could call the hotline, and listen to 1:30 of any one of 4 songs off of a particular album. I guess Sassy was trying to help you not get burned on things not your steez, but this seems really funny to me. I can't imagine asking my mom permission to spend money to listen to a minute and a half from the Shonen Knife album. the other bands featured that particular month read like a who's who of early 90's alterna-acts who are mainstream enough to be coopted by essential what is a corporate zine: L7, Pearl Jam, Urge Overkill, Sloane, 7 Year Bitch, REM, etc...

there was also a super-fun article in which the writer collected 30 inane suggestions from Cosmo, YM, Seventeen, etc on how to get a guy to notice you, and then tried them out. of course, they all were major fails. I hope I get the issue soon with the 1st Annual Junk Food Taste-Test.

** also, in the category of things said by Mark D that I hope never to hear again:

"a deep cut from Sixteen Stone

you never get things rightttttooohahahhhahhooh

can I say,

I just drew online a picture of a certain bottlenosed sea mammal as one of Rocky's opponents,
aka,

DOLPHIN LUNDGREN

however, I can't figure out to post it. I just needed you to know what you're missing out on.

talk to you soon!
love,
K.N.W.



ps, savers trip with Mark D turned out to be pretty lucrative yesterday. we both got only wood-paneled alarm clocks and socks. he got a pair of chambray colored jeans from like 1977 that really have bell bottoms and are so Eric Foreman that he's like a walking boner. I found a seriously flourescent pink cardigan, a vomiticious men's jean jacket, and a button down jean shirt with pearlized buttons. also weird handmade pillow/bedding that is gross/loves it. woohoo!

vidyas

love your junkie ex-girlfriend

now it's time for.......

INAPPROPZ CRUSH ALERT!

you like what you like, but some things are just wrong to be attracted to. today's inappropriate crush: the blonde one from savage garden

 

these guys both give major 'gay face', in fact I remember reading that at least 50% of savage garden is gay, although it easily could be 100%. but despite the later gross facial hair and hoop earrings, I think he's cute. I don't even know his name, carrie underwood steez. actually I think only Darren Hayes has a name, and he in fact goes by 'blonde guy from savage garden'. remember that 'Animals' song or whatever, ugh, GROSS.

sidenote:

thinking about possible karaoke songs if I go tonight, I gots to thinking about indie rock crossover songs, like indie songs by established indie artists that the karaoke czar is actually likely to have. I think a few major indie crossovers are:

Modest Mouse - Float On

The Smiths - How Soon Is Now

Pavement - Cut Your Hair

Stone Roses - Love Spreads

Beck - Loser

Folk Implosion - Natural One

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Current Clothing Wishlist:

you know, basically my usual combo of secretarial stuff and things Cher would've worn in Clueless. bone zone! sigh.....

oh boy Flipsy! you and I are going on a road trip!

since music just wants to be my first, my last, my everything, so one sentence new record opinions:
* new Cursive 'Mama I'm Swollen', is good if you like Cursive. check.
* new Neko Case 'Middle Cyclone', is great, no matter what, according to myself and 2 other friends opinions whom I respect regarding music.
* new Dan Deacon 'Bromst', is fun if you like electronic noisy stuff
* new Thermals 'Now We Can See', is unfuckwithable indie pop punk for the everywoman and man

I have not heard the new Decemberists and honestly am not excited to. I really don't like them much, and what I've read of this new album sounds sick and barfy and like it both sucks and blows. and somehow the new U2 album is getting confused with the second coming of Jesus, so I guess I have to listen to that too.

a playlist, to get through another Wednesday:

David Bowie - Ashes to Ashes
Plaid - Gellab
Pavement - Strings of Nashville
The Kinks - Two Sisters
Squarepusher - Iambic 5 Poetry
Guess Who - Somewhere Up High
Bat For Lashes - A Forest
Final Fantasy - Blue Imelda
BRian Eno - Sombre Reptiles
The United States of America - Coming Down
The Ramones - We Want The Airwaves
Sloan - Iggy and Angus
Jay-Z - When Money Goes


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I'm obsessed with my ex boyfriends bed. that sounds bad, but it's not. he gave it to me while we were still together, and it's my bed in my apartment. it's very shitty now, all flat and thin. but it's become so comfortable to me. give me a black cherry yacht club soda, a cartoon on the tv, and that bed and I'm gold. bonus points if mark d kisses me on the cheek somewhere in there.

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back to music for a second: I want someone to become the new Dr. Demento. for real. I used to listen to him and the nerd in me would swell up like some sort of sac. eww. someone make me a list of newer songs that would be like something Bart Simpson's nemesis, Dr. D would do.


ummmmm can I say, I am in a March Madness bracket pool thingy, alongsie Mark D, and I'm in second place? it's still very very early, but I'm pretty jazzed on my standings. I'm such a grotsky little ghoul!



E! did an interview with Will Arnett, talking about the Arrested Development movie. everyone is confirmed in it, and they are hoping to have it all done by the end of this year for sure! I'm psyched. I hope it's better than other shitty tv movies, like Fire Walk With Me, the Twin Peaks movie

*also, Katy Perry dating Josh Groban is like herpes getting AIDS. just sayin'.

I am so out of tune with you, I am so out of tune with you

first and foremost: I realize that I will never fully understand the millions of bizarre ways that music brings people together.

secondly, and in the background: I am made of hard rock and blue sky and I will live this way forever.

thirdly, and way far way: there are a few things that are definitely next-level right now.

* the fact that my crazytown hilarious beautiful depressed younger sister has taken the 'failed child' label away from me by moving in with her unemployed, drop out boyfriend halfway thru her senior year of high school. The H is O! this actually really sucks, but it's nice to call home and have my father speak to me like a human versus a cylon for once. roswell that end's well!

* finding someone to do a Wear Dare with. A Wear Dare is when you take a friend/lover/mortal enemy to the thrift store, and you each pick out five of the ugliest, most chronicles of ridic outfits you can find, $50 total maximum. obvs you can reuse items, or set a lower budget. now for the week, you and your friend have to wear the 5 outfits: no wussing out, no explaining what you're doing if people ask. no matter what the event. we're talking button-down LAN party flame shirts people. denim overalls, Life Is Good tshirts, SHORTS. on your mark, get set, CLOTHES! so, any takers? trust me: I will find someone.





* I watched I Am Trying To Break Your Heart, the Wilco documentary last night. shit was too hot! I was diggin' on the fonts, the editing, the tuneage, and of course I was lovin' me some Jeff Tweedy! he is soooo00000oooooo dreamy ladiez. I hadn't heard any screamage from him like some of what was featured in the doc. TMI alert: I had a dream of sexual nature about him last night. we were marrieds and in love and he wrote a song about me that Rolling Stone cited as extra good in their review. now, Rolling Stone suxors so why I fantasized about this is super gross and pretentious. hey kinda like me! next on the movie plate is either Palindromes by Todd Solondz (also on my list of Most Dangerous Movies to review) or Helvetica, a documentary about the font, graphic design, and culture.


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Got a box full of letters
Think you might like to read
Some things that you might like to see
But they're all addressed to me

Wish I had a lotta answers
Cause that's the way it should be
For all these questions
Being directed at me

I just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

You'll come back again
And I'll still be your friend

I got a lot of your records
In a separate stack
Some things that I might like to hear
But I guess I'll give 'em back

I wish I had a lotta answers
Cause that's the way it should be
All these questions
Being directed at me

Just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

You'll come back again
And I'll still be your friend

I can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

Just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read