why i love mine mater:
(two insightful conversations)
mom: are you and elise getting along?
me: i don't know
mom: that means you're not
me: okay
mom: i'm irritated with elise.
me: why?
mom: for not getting along with my little precious
...
mom: one day you will find out that cinderella is NOT your name, and you don't belong in a trash can
me: *silently deafening laughter*
mom: that's right. profound words you will remember all your life. i impart my wisdom and all you can do is laugh.
Thursday, October 02, 2003
i wanted to go ahead and blog before my day is eaten alive with history. damn me for not starting this shit until the night before it's due, like usual.
today is suddenly full of sex. morgan came into the room when i was discovering another 'white stripes' porn movie i'd downloaded accidentally, and came in again later while i was looking at a birth control website. go figure.
also the jazz band played today, including the sex song. it was a nice way to spend time not in jennings and ervin. yayy.
there is more shit i was going to say but i really have to go start my homework haha.
listening to: the moldy peaches - nothing came out
(does anyone have this cd? i need a copy, and i'm sinfully broke.)
today is suddenly full of sex. morgan came into the room when i was discovering another 'white stripes' porn movie i'd downloaded accidentally, and came in again later while i was looking at a birth control website. go figure.
also the jazz band played today, including the sex song. it was a nice way to spend time not in jennings and ervin. yayy.
there is more shit i was going to say but i really have to go start my homework haha.
listening to: the moldy peaches - nothing came out
(does anyone have this cd? i need a copy, and i'm sinfully broke.)
GOD I LOVE CHOCOLATE. ALSDGHL;ASDGHHKSD
too bad the evil baskin robbins woman put nuts on it. now i am spitting nuts right and left.
listening to: sleater-kinney - more than a feeling
too bad the evil baskin robbins woman put nuts on it. now i am spitting nuts right and left.
listening to: sleater-kinney - more than a feeling
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
OH MY GOD WHY AM I SO THIRSTY
WHY IS THERE A CAT IN MY LAP
WHY DO I HAVE 0 WORDS ON WORD PROCESSOR?
WHY IS THERE A CAT IN MY LAP
WHY DO I HAVE 0 WORDS ON WORD PROCESSOR?
i have really been neglecting the blog today, and i should be neglecting it even more right now. damn blogger already deleted half of my post already. i am supposed to be working on history right now, and i sort of am, half-assedly. while eating ice cream. and wearing my mother's/father's old plaid robe. mmm.
today was report card day. i hate my grades like i hate myself. they really need to get better, but i'm too stupid to fix them. the only grade that really disappointed me was ap english. the whole thing was mostly brought down by one stupid assignment i didn't do. so it's humanly impossible for alanna stewart to write and makes notes and highlight in books, so what?! no reason for me to have a 70 test average, i'll tell you that. and the tex wex also, apparently, takes off points for being absent. at white station, we spartans learn that our grades are much more important than our own wellbeing, much less the health of our fellow students. i hate my existence. i hate even more that my schedule is NOT that hard. some kids are taking 5 APs this year. i am taking 2 aps, 2 classes that most kids took last year, 1 deafeningly easy language class that i still can't make an A in, and a motherfucking study hall. and i complain. someone shoot me.
we also had clubs today. i went with laylee, becca, robin, and jenny to munter's club, junior states of america. i don't think we are going to go back. it's all debate and horrifying. ted and alone boy were there. aahaha. i was very glad to see that they didn't know each other and weren't sitting together.
brock and i had a huge fight at lunch. i think i pissed him off a lot. i don't know how to stop something when it needs to be over like 6 days ago.
laylee and kevin laughed at me after school, and kevin had a beautiful smoothy pig marble. i love those kids. becca and i had a looooong wonderful hug. it was very nice. allison, brock, and i had an orgy, but i was just an intrusion. brock lets lauren dunn give him really really long hugs. they look really nice. i'm jealous.
elise IMed me to ask me a history question and it had to ask me if i wanted to accept the message. it was strange. after that plus a huge pause, i told her i liked her last poem. mostly i said it because i had been thinking about it. there were parts of it that actually reminded me of myself, and i basically wanted her to either admit it was about me, or reassure me that it was about one of her new friends. as it turns out, she did write it for me. it is nice to know that i'm not just fucking paranoid or something. but yeah it was sort of weird seeing her view of this whole situation like that. i mean it's not like we would've talked about it, because of said situation. oh well. i'm happy, and i'm sure elise is too.
called brock to ask him again what the math homework was. i've done that every night this week, and at LEAST once last week. poor kid. and as previously stated, god knows it's impossible for me and brock to exist and not talk for 230957 years. which is what we did. i feel really bad because i distracted him from his homework, and he didn't get to work on his oral presentation tonight. guilt guilt guilt. but, as always, talking to brock on the phone made my night way better. that and listening to the first throwing muses album and mint chocolate chip ice cream and this nice robe just take the cake. all the way to the traffic light, where they threw it at the policemen, passing by on horses.
mom came in to tell me to do homework. that is, she picked up the cat and sat next to me on the futon and picked the cat for fleas.
mom: who are you talking to?
me: brock
mom: how did he do on his report card?
me: do you want to ask him?
so brock and mom had a lovely conversation, in which mom asked brock about his classes and promised twice that she "won't tell alanna!" and that she's worried about me because i'm fucking dumb. so dumb she blogs at 11:30pm, with piles of homework left to spit on! beautiful life. oh yeah, my yellow underwear are now purple in some places because of all that permanent marker that has been on my stomach+ area for the past couple days. how fucking funny is that? i want to hang that shit on my wall.
who the fuck is dartmouth vs. woodward?
listening to: whatever is wafting out of morgan's room. she listens to music really really loud when she's going to bed... awwww she's listening to becca! how cute. so THAT'S where my cd went.
today was report card day. i hate my grades like i hate myself. they really need to get better, but i'm too stupid to fix them. the only grade that really disappointed me was ap english. the whole thing was mostly brought down by one stupid assignment i didn't do. so it's humanly impossible for alanna stewart to write and makes notes and highlight in books, so what?! no reason for me to have a 70 test average, i'll tell you that. and the tex wex also, apparently, takes off points for being absent. at white station, we spartans learn that our grades are much more important than our own wellbeing, much less the health of our fellow students. i hate my existence. i hate even more that my schedule is NOT that hard. some kids are taking 5 APs this year. i am taking 2 aps, 2 classes that most kids took last year, 1 deafeningly easy language class that i still can't make an A in, and a motherfucking study hall. and i complain. someone shoot me.
we also had clubs today. i went with laylee, becca, robin, and jenny to munter's club, junior states of america. i don't think we are going to go back. it's all debate and horrifying. ted and alone boy were there. aahaha. i was very glad to see that they didn't know each other and weren't sitting together.
brock and i had a huge fight at lunch. i think i pissed him off a lot. i don't know how to stop something when it needs to be over like 6 days ago.
laylee and kevin laughed at me after school, and kevin had a beautiful smoothy pig marble. i love those kids. becca and i had a looooong wonderful hug. it was very nice. allison, brock, and i had an orgy, but i was just an intrusion. brock lets lauren dunn give him really really long hugs. they look really nice. i'm jealous.
elise IMed me to ask me a history question and it had to ask me if i wanted to accept the message. it was strange. after that plus a huge pause, i told her i liked her last poem. mostly i said it because i had been thinking about it. there were parts of it that actually reminded me of myself, and i basically wanted her to either admit it was about me, or reassure me that it was about one of her new friends. as it turns out, she did write it for me. it is nice to know that i'm not just fucking paranoid or something. but yeah it was sort of weird seeing her view of this whole situation like that. i mean it's not like we would've talked about it, because of said situation. oh well. i'm happy, and i'm sure elise is too.
called brock to ask him again what the math homework was. i've done that every night this week, and at LEAST once last week. poor kid. and as previously stated, god knows it's impossible for me and brock to exist and not talk for 230957 years. which is what we did. i feel really bad because i distracted him from his homework, and he didn't get to work on his oral presentation tonight. guilt guilt guilt. but, as always, talking to brock on the phone made my night way better. that and listening to the first throwing muses album and mint chocolate chip ice cream and this nice robe just take the cake. all the way to the traffic light, where they threw it at the policemen, passing by on horses.
mom came in to tell me to do homework. that is, she picked up the cat and sat next to me on the futon and picked the cat for fleas.
mom: who are you talking to?
me: brock
mom: how did he do on his report card?
me: do you want to ask him?
so brock and mom had a lovely conversation, in which mom asked brock about his classes and promised twice that she "won't tell alanna!" and that she's worried about me because i'm fucking dumb. so dumb she blogs at 11:30pm, with piles of homework left to spit on! beautiful life. oh yeah, my yellow underwear are now purple in some places because of all that permanent marker that has been on my stomach+ area for the past couple days. how fucking funny is that? i want to hang that shit on my wall.
who the fuck is dartmouth vs. woodward?
listening to: whatever is wafting out of morgan's room. she listens to music really really loud when she's going to bed... awwww she's listening to becca! how cute. so THAT'S where my cd went.
downloading porn with dave-o!
accidentally downloaded some porn. think i'm probably downloading some more.
that's about it for my day.
accidentally downloaded some porn. think i'm probably downloading some more.
that's about it for my day.
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
lauren: i was walking down the street one day
lauren: in my short black skirt and knee high boots
lauren: and this sexy mexy whistled at me
lauren: so i flagged him down with my panties
me: oh very nice
lauren: and i crammed in the truck with all 2000 of them
me: slut
lauren: and we went back to his tent at the trailer home and they took turns bangin me like the screen door they wish they had
lauren: BAHAHAHAHAHA
lauren: in my short black skirt and knee high boots
lauren: and this sexy mexy whistled at me
lauren: so i flagged him down with my panties
me: oh very nice
lauren: and i crammed in the truck with all 2000 of them
me: slut
lauren: and we went back to his tent at the trailer home and they took turns bangin me like the screen door they wish they had
lauren: BAHAHAHAHAHA
WHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH.
so elise recently converted her never-updated blog into a "poetry-circle" copycat of DOY, only with her and her friends. some people think that she has just recently felt judged and uncomfortable posting on DOY, that we will give her negative comments. however, i theorize that it's a power trip for her because she writes better than anyone else on the site.
anyway.
this summer she added me as a member of the site so that i could fix her shit, because it wasn't posting to the ghotli server.
i just checked, and she has deleted me from the Just Dream members list.
WAHAHEOAIHGHEEIAOAOGHAHAHAHEHEAOGIHGHAH
man that is hella funny. it makes my day.
listening to: "the blues" show on WKNO
("if you were black for ONE NIGHT on beale street, you'd never wanna be white anymore!")
so elise recently converted her never-updated blog into a "poetry-circle" copycat of DOY, only with her and her friends. some people think that she has just recently felt judged and uncomfortable posting on DOY, that we will give her negative comments. however, i theorize that it's a power trip for her because she writes better than anyone else on the site.
anyway.
this summer she added me as a member of the site so that i could fix her shit, because it wasn't posting to the ghotli server.
i just checked, and she has deleted me from the Just Dream members list.
WAHAHEOAIHGHEEIAOAOGHAHAHAHEHEAOGIHGHAH
man that is hella funny. it makes my day.
listening to: "the blues" show on WKNO
("if you were black for ONE NIGHT on beale street, you'd never wanna be white anymore!")
lalala. doing history junts. hate hate hate life!!! weee!
oh yeah i am supposed to plug for becca's show.
OCT 17! JAVA MUTHAFUCKA!
i think she should ask mary to switch the date, because the next morning is psats, so a lot of kiddies won't be allowed/keen to go to a late-night rock show.
cat is in my lap and shedding multitudes.
archimedes on the telle.
oh yeah i am supposed to plug for becca's show.
OCT 17! JAVA MUTHAFUCKA!
i think she should ask mary to switch the date, because the next morning is psats, so a lot of kiddies won't be allowed/keen to go to a late-night rock show.
cat is in my lap and shedding multitudes.
archimedes on the telle.
let's get over this . i'm your lovertits
i know i have been talking about peaches a lot. but please guys. do yourself a favor and watch the lovertits video because it is TOO much fun for words.
i was positive today was going to be shit. it really was shit. at some point during the day i was like "man this day is such shit. i better live it up. MAN I'M HAVING THE WORST TIME OF MY LIFE!" and it wasn't really, and in my sarcasm, it became a better day. i pretended to had fun, and then had fun. it was kinda nice. there was this history assignment that katherine mentioned to me at like 11:30 last night, and i realized i must've been absent when it was assigned because i had no idea anything about it. so i freaked out about that and stayed up late doing my algae, which took forever, so that i could do my history during study hall. by study hall, i still hadn't actually figured out what the assignment WAS and so i gave up, doodled, and wrote a punk song.
ms. wexler finally gave me my six weeks average today, and i was not at all pleased. good thing i don't care. i just hope mom doesn't either. we got a seating chart today in latin, which is really weird. also very funny, because no matter where we are placed, there's always going to be someone to talk to. or we end up shouting across the room while poor ms. lafon says "WAWAAA WAWAAA WAWAAA" at her little podium, with the photograph of latin mcdonalds on it. that class is a joke. like today i turned to jenny, who i now sit next to, and said "this class is such shit." and she responded with "that's why we take it!" and i remembered. ahhaah. genius me. anyone who takes latin is a genius, simply for electing themselves into such a pit of hilarious hell.
post-school was very nice today. brock was wandering the annex in his nice sweater. i caught him.
i saw laylee and kevin for the first time since friday. i love those kids. becca and kevin had a kissing contest with my hand. brock and i played thumb-war. technically, he won, but i think i should be the one who gets the metal because i got his thumb down for like 8 counts like 5 separate times. that motherfucker tries to use two hands. we both tend to sing when theres a lull in conversation, and we always feel the same lulls. today we both started singing "hamster baby" by bikini kill at EXACTLY the same time. it was beautiful. i love that song. and we brought back our summer choreography to it, too.
dad yelled at me for taking so long to get to the car. i hope brock isn't still at school waiting for his mother.
katie is going to spend the night this weekend!!!!! i'm so excited. i want you people to meet her, too. man i love katie. i can't wait. i have to think of something exciting for us to do.
listening to: amazing plaid - the snake and its shadow
i was positive today was going to be shit. it really was shit. at some point during the day i was like "man this day is such shit. i better live it up. MAN I'M HAVING THE WORST TIME OF MY LIFE!" and it wasn't really, and in my sarcasm, it became a better day. i pretended to had fun, and then had fun. it was kinda nice. there was this history assignment that katherine mentioned to me at like 11:30 last night, and i realized i must've been absent when it was assigned because i had no idea anything about it. so i freaked out about that and stayed up late doing my algae, which took forever, so that i could do my history during study hall. by study hall, i still hadn't actually figured out what the assignment WAS and so i gave up, doodled, and wrote a punk song.
ms. wexler finally gave me my six weeks average today, and i was not at all pleased. good thing i don't care. i just hope mom doesn't either. we got a seating chart today in latin, which is really weird. also very funny, because no matter where we are placed, there's always going to be someone to talk to. or we end up shouting across the room while poor ms. lafon says "WAWAAA WAWAAA WAWAAA" at her little podium, with the photograph of latin mcdonalds on it. that class is a joke. like today i turned to jenny, who i now sit next to, and said "this class is such shit." and she responded with "that's why we take it!" and i remembered. ahhaah. genius me. anyone who takes latin is a genius, simply for electing themselves into such a pit of hilarious hell.
post-school was very nice today. brock was wandering the annex in his nice sweater. i caught him.
i saw laylee and kevin for the first time since friday. i love those kids. becca and kevin had a kissing contest with my hand. brock and i played thumb-war. technically, he won, but i think i should be the one who gets the metal because i got his thumb down for like 8 counts like 5 separate times. that motherfucker tries to use two hands. we both tend to sing when theres a lull in conversation, and we always feel the same lulls. today we both started singing "hamster baby" by bikini kill at EXACTLY the same time. it was beautiful. i love that song. and we brought back our summer choreography to it, too.
dad yelled at me for taking so long to get to the car. i hope brock isn't still at school waiting for his mother.
katie is going to spend the night this weekend!!!!! i'm so excited. i want you people to meet her, too. man i love katie. i can't wait. i have to think of something exciting for us to do.
listening to: amazing plaid - the snake and its shadow
Monday, September 29, 2003
EVERYONE ON THE PLANET IS NOW GOING TO ASSIST ME IN MAKING A FILM. GET ON IT. NOW NOW NOW. CUT CUT CUT. GET OUT OF THE SHOT!
i'm very very serious about editting the kite day into a short film of some sort, even if it's just a 30 second thing for me to watch and say "what a good day."
also, katherine and i have been talking for months about doing another movie in the same style we did romeo and juliet. we want to pick a play, and write/shoot/edit the parody in one weekend. well, maybe not finish editting. but come on. we deserve it, anyway. if anyone wants to help, please let us know.
also if you have got any movie ideas of your own, GET ON IT!!! TAKE CHARGE!!! WRITE YOUR SCRIPT/STORYBOARD/OUTLINE! CAST! then let somebody know, and we will get the camera over there in 10 seconds flat. serious. we will find you some actors if you need them too. and we will edit. and everything. and please. i want to make a movie.
i'm very very serious about editting the kite day into a short film of some sort, even if it's just a 30 second thing for me to watch and say "what a good day."
also, katherine and i have been talking for months about doing another movie in the same style we did romeo and juliet. we want to pick a play, and write/shoot/edit the parody in one weekend. well, maybe not finish editting. but come on. we deserve it, anyway. if anyone wants to help, please let us know.
also if you have got any movie ideas of your own, GET ON IT!!! TAKE CHARGE!!! WRITE YOUR SCRIPT/STORYBOARD/OUTLINE! CAST! then let somebody know, and we will get the camera over there in 10 seconds flat. serious. we will find you some actors if you need them too. and we will edit. and everything. and please. i want to make a movie.
YOU ARE THE SON OF A MOTHERFUCKER!
so last night, during my insomnia, i was listening to elliott smith's album figure 8. whenever i've listened to it before, i've enjoyed it and everything. but dear god. after listening to throwing muses five times and pixies at least once yesterday, it seemed so........ BLAND. and i just thought to myself... why listen to anything if it's not amazing? why should i ever listen to a song that doesn't feel like it could change the world? i only want to listen to songs that never cease to amaze me. otherwise, what is the point?
and it made me really happy. and eventually i fell asleep.
brock called me awhile ago. i was in the shower, though, because while i was doing my history homework, i suddenly realized that my clothes were gone and i had written throwing muses lyrics all over myself in purple sharpie. it's mostly gone, after the shower. my tit still says 'slut' and my stomach has lyrics from "buzz" and my left leg has lyrics from "shark" and etc. it's really funny. the most obvious ones, on my arm and my chest are gone, though. i wonder if they will be at all visible at school tomorrow.
i called brock back when i got out of the shower, and we talked for awhile, and i avoided homework. he misses his computer, of course. he is worried about the ap art saturdays class that he is going to apply for. in the long run, it will be a great thing, but 4 hours every saturday afternoon for 5 months? that's a long time. and that's a lot of time to devote to something. but he's serious, so it's good. plus he's an amazing artist, as previously stated, so that's even better. one of these days i'll film some of his things and put them on the computer and make everyone marvel over their amazingness.
i should probably finish my homework. but right now i love my blog. and frank black. *rape*
listening to: degrassi!?
and it made me really happy. and eventually i fell asleep.
brock called me awhile ago. i was in the shower, though, because while i was doing my history homework, i suddenly realized that my clothes were gone and i had written throwing muses lyrics all over myself in purple sharpie. it's mostly gone, after the shower. my tit still says 'slut' and my stomach has lyrics from "buzz" and my left leg has lyrics from "shark" and etc. it's really funny. the most obvious ones, on my arm and my chest are gone, though. i wonder if they will be at all visible at school tomorrow.
i called brock back when i got out of the shower, and we talked for awhile, and i avoided homework. he misses his computer, of course. he is worried about the ap art saturdays class that he is going to apply for. in the long run, it will be a great thing, but 4 hours every saturday afternoon for 5 months? that's a long time. and that's a lot of time to devote to something. but he's serious, so it's good. plus he's an amazing artist, as previously stated, so that's even better. one of these days i'll film some of his things and put them on the computer and make everyone marvel over their amazingness.
i should probably finish my homework. but right now i love my blog. and frank black. *rape*
listening to: degrassi!?
wow, the lock on my window is broken. that makes me feel EXTREMELY vulnerable... well uh. kids, you are free to come over and come in whenever you want. we'll make a party out of it. it'll be like clarissa. i always wanted that.
oh yeah, i forgot. i wanted to say on here that my cell phone is working again if anyone needs to call it. it's been dead for like a week or something.
also i have therapy again next monday, and i'm supposed to make a "list of my strengths" ??? i was just going to skip that shit, but i've been avoiding it since she asked me to do it on the first day i went. and she's been asking for it ever since. but she did say that i can have people help me with it, and i'm a lazy ass. so. if you want to. HAHA. man.
okay i need to go do some homework. i'm such a lazy piece of shit.
also i have therapy again next monday, and i'm supposed to make a "list of my strengths" ??? i was just going to skip that shit, but i've been avoiding it since she asked me to do it on the first day i went. and she's been asking for it ever since. but she did say that i can have people help me with it, and i'm a lazy ass. so. if you want to. HAHA. man.
okay i need to go do some homework. i'm such a lazy piece of shit.
okay i'm back from helping morgan and foot with their homework, and freaking out about peaches. i'm ready to blather about my day. and oh yeah, melissa ferrick is coming to the hi-tone tomorrow night... i'd love to go, but it's 18+ and i don't know if i can get in, plus it's a school night, and. it would be a lot of trouble. plus i'm utterly poor. i have negative moneys.
after such a depressing weekend, the day was actually okay. nothing too terrible happened. i somehow survived the history test. for some reason, i was in a really good mood as entered that class. if you talk about how much you DON'T care about something, you start to feel like it a lot a lot. miranda was dreaming of cheesecake, and margaret and i talked about how great "lost in translation" was. that put me in a GREAT mood, along with the fact that mrs. ervin was absent. so the day was pretty much just a breezy little one. after school, i got to talk to becca a little, and i haven't really seen her much lately. i want to hang out with her soon. robin and i had our usual post-school chat. oh yeah, i made allison laugh with more doodles in english. so i guess it was a pretty good day. the best part was out front after school when brock grabbed me and spun me around, out of the blue, into the white. it was really beautiful. i love you, brock. especially since he had to bend over-ish to pick me up ahahahaha. i am so small. but as i've said before, the only thing i like about being small is the fact that i am picked up easily and i got spun around a lot. i got really dizzy this afternoon and i seriously would've fallen over if i wasn't still clinging to brock. lalala. it was very nice. and brock is an amazing artist. he melts me.
we listened to the moldy peaches in sarah's car coming home. it made me really happy.
today is full of peaches.
i'm going to go eat now. today is better than i thought it was.
listening to: tom waits - table top joe
after such a depressing weekend, the day was actually okay. nothing too terrible happened. i somehow survived the history test. for some reason, i was in a really good mood as entered that class. if you talk about how much you DON'T care about something, you start to feel like it a lot a lot. miranda was dreaming of cheesecake, and margaret and i talked about how great "lost in translation" was. that put me in a GREAT mood, along with the fact that mrs. ervin was absent. so the day was pretty much just a breezy little one. after school, i got to talk to becca a little, and i haven't really seen her much lately. i want to hang out with her soon. robin and i had our usual post-school chat. oh yeah, i made allison laugh with more doodles in english. so i guess it was a pretty good day. the best part was out front after school when brock grabbed me and spun me around, out of the blue, into the white. it was really beautiful. i love you, brock. especially since he had to bend over-ish to pick me up ahahahaha. i am so small. but as i've said before, the only thing i like about being small is the fact that i am picked up easily and i got spun around a lot. i got really dizzy this afternoon and i seriously would've fallen over if i wasn't still clinging to brock. lalala. it was very nice. and brock is an amazing artist. he melts me.
we listened to the moldy peaches in sarah's car coming home. it made me really happy.
today is full of peaches.
i'm going to go eat now. today is better than i thought it was.
listening to: tom waits - table top joe
what else is in the teaches of peaches? huh? what?
this song was SO in "lost in translation." i was kinda ashamed to know the song from the scene in the exotic dancing club. oh well. peaches is god. no, seriously.
peaches' site
awesome biography
peaches' tits
she's something like the embodiment of sex. she has a picture gallery of crotch shots on her website. the best part is that she's not buying into any of the fucking shit in our culture. no, she's NOT gorgeous. she's androgynous, she's not anorexic, and she tends not to shave her underarms. she performs in almost-undwear with dildos, for god's sake. the other day i saw her name near the top of an "ugliest indie rockers" list. i thought it was incredibly unfair. i'd do her.
OH MY GOD I JUST FOUND OUT SHE'S COMING TO MEMPHIS AGIWEHOPHAEGHAWEIOGHWE
PLEASE SOMEONE COME WITH ME TO THE SHOW.
AWHIEWHIAEGGOPAWEHOWEGHI
listening to: peaches - i don't give a...
peaches' site
awesome biography
peaches' tits
she's something like the embodiment of sex. she has a picture gallery of crotch shots on her website. the best part is that she's not buying into any of the fucking shit in our culture. no, she's NOT gorgeous. she's androgynous, she's not anorexic, and she tends not to shave her underarms. she performs in almost-undwear with dildos, for god's sake. the other day i saw her name near the top of an "ugliest indie rockers" list. i thought it was incredibly unfair. i'd do her.
OH MY GOD I JUST FOUND OUT SHE'S COMING TO MEMPHIS AGIWEHOPHAEGHAWEIOGHWE
PLEASE SOMEONE COME WITH ME TO THE SHOW.
AWHIEWHIAEGGOPAWEHOWEGHI
listening to: peaches - i don't give a...
Sunday, September 28, 2003
HOLY GOD. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND GO DOWNLOAD "SHARK" BY THROWING MUSES. JESUS CHRIST.
no, seriously. download it or i'll burn you a copy of the cd. just ask.
really. normally, i can't listen to an album, much less a SONG, over and over, but.... this is my exception.
no, seriously. download it or i'll burn you a copy of the cd. just ask.
really. normally, i can't listen to an album, much less a SONG, over and over, but.... this is my exception.
robitussin am: ahahahah i'm drunk
robitussin am: it's sunday night and i'm drunk
robitussin am: AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA
is this a running theme or what?
robitussin am: it's sunday night and i'm drunk
robitussin am: AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA
is this a running theme or what?
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