February 2010
59 posts
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I felt left out because I hadn’t already joined this incredibly vain trend.
Ask me anything. I promise that I’ll do my best to bullshit an answer.
“A jet plane and a big idea,
I jump over the sea.
What ifs hot on my trail,...”
– The Avett Brothers
January 2010
62 posts
“He who does not feel me is not real to me. Therefore, he doesn’t exist. So...”
– Hova
knuckle up.
So some of you who actually read this beast may have realized that last night I found my old headshot from when I was doing stand up and improv.
I don’t believe in signs usually, but lately I’ve been mulling over doing stand up again; I’ve even been writing a little…so, accidentally pulling up this file on my old computer (which I never use) last night got me to thinking.
...
it took the piss out of me.
Today I was thinking about the stuff that scares me, and the shit I do to scare myself.
I’m one of those paranoid people. I know I worry a lot, but that’s in my genetics. C’mon. I’m female. I’m Jewish. I worry.
I think that moving to New York has done me some good; I’ve mellowed out a lot, I worry about less. Maybe it’s because I’m still in a...
cobwebs:
billy joel - vienna
you got your...
America.
This is precisely how I feel right now.
“This is reason I’m going to leave home to be a flight attendant.”
America by Simon and Garfunkel
“Let us be lovers we’ll marry our fortunes together”
“I’ve got some real estate here in my bag” So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And we walked off to look for America ...
Addendum:
Are you fucking kidding me?
You're a winner, champ, you just can't finish the...
I’m writing in order to get mad, because frankly, I should be.
I just erased a huge novel on how angry I am. I was annoyed that I wrote it.
Tonight I realized something: I’m just wasting my time. Really.
I find it truly difficult to hear that my friends think I’m wonderful, to have someone else tell me I’m pretty cool, to then play second fiddle.
Man note: do not say...
“Bill S. Preston, Esq.: While I agree that in time our band will be most...”
cobwebs:
wilco - poor places
when the record skips to the beat of your name
In college I had a lot of guy friends who dated legitimately crazy girls. Well, maybe they weren’t crazy, they were just young. Either way, they never let them borrow their things. You know, when a girl says, “Can I wear your hoodie?” God forbid one of these wackos left with their sweatshirt on…they’d never go back to get it. It wasn’t worth the trouble.
I was...
I didn’t know you til yesterday,
but, oh that day.
oh that day.
Rockapella Button →
p-danielle:
acappella:
“Do It Rockapella!”
When I saw them live last year they had the audience scream that before they sang “Carmen Sandiego.”
Yes, please! We could all use a little more Rockapella in our lives. And Carmen Sandiego. And Folgers Coffee. What other products do they make you think of?
Fun fact. I know them.
well, fuck.
And then everything stalled out.
Bummer.
So I recently moved back to America, and since having been back I realized…America is kind of pissed off. Not like, kind of annoyed, but totally, full on, teen-rage angry. So I decided to conduct some research on the whole thing, not for school or anything like that, but you know, just to see what’s up.
I decided I’d try and catch people during their daily routine or whatever,...
cobwebs:
death cab for cutie - a diamond and a...
Sid+Nancy
I never write on this blog anymore. I decided to stop writing just to write.
“I stabbed her, I didn’t mean to kill her. I loved her, but she treated me like shit.”
I went on a tiny journey this morning (I’ll spare the boring details) but ended up walking around 50th street and Broadway. Yes, a totally interesting place to be at 8:30 in the morning on a Sunday. No one was...
And God forbid the day (for you) when from my mouth you become just a nickname.
Are you trying to fuck me?
A check from my previous employer that cleared, has suddenly “uncleared” itself and I am $2,500 in the hole.
Seriously?
This needs to get figured out, or I’m going to barf on my barf.
Sing out, Louise.
I have to say, I really miss singing. It’s only been a few weeks since Lou and the Loud Band stuff has wrapped up. I haven’t sang out loud for real in a month. That sucks.
I need an outlet. I need to start writing music again.
And, most importantly, I fucking miss this:
reblog with your cat's name
cobwebs:
kpie:
Cisco, Shanti and Ringo.
john wilkes boots and lee harvey pawswald - we don’t technically own them. they’re outdoor cats, but we feed them.
War Beast.
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take your pants off.
This has been such a great weekend.
Today, I participated in something truly hilarious. All over the world, folks rode subways with no pants on.
Jenna and I joined thousands of New Yorkers and rode the trains sans-pants in a HUGE prank. The faces were priceless. And I’ll tell you one thing, New York is full of lovers. Everyone wants to be friends. And yes, I walked around Union Square with...
get buttoned up.
I’ve been listening to The Decemberists a lot lately. I forgot how much I love that band…how much their music reminds me of things. It’s glorious.
You know, I was thinking tonight on my walk home from the train…a lot of shit has gone down. You know what? It’s not a big fucking deal.
I’ve felt so shitty for so long. Even the other day I was walking through...