thats a great fucking idea for a tattoo. but hows about maybe just the outline of her and the dress in outline, and only the drum or the stars in color (for now)
p.s., while i love that albumn, i cant think of her head as a drum. it always looks like a potato slice.
I am sitting in L.A. county right now actually.
I would have come in today but I had to get up at 3:30 for my 6:30 flight and have been sleeing all day, plus that would be uncheduled and unprofessional.
I'll be back and settled after christmas. would you guys want to interview after the 26th?
1022am edit: it dont matter. things dont seem to be goin my way today.
Yeaaaah.
I'm cranky and horny.
Saw an interesting show at the smell by myself on saturday night. saw some good old friends friday night/saturday day. saw my mum and uncle today.
london school of economics? perhaps.
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1st wave announcement (edited to show the people I'm excited about):
Belle and Sebastian (Glasgow UK), The Boy Least Likely To (Wendover UK), Calexico (Tucson AZ), Neko Case (Tacoma WA), Cat Power (Atlanta GA), clap your hands say yeah (Brooklyn NY), Dengue Fever (Los Angeles CA), Echo & The Bunnymen (Liverpool UK), Editors (Birmingham UK), Elbow (Manchester UK), Erase Errata (San Francisco CA), Flogging Molly... Read More
I really dislike when people are over-reassuring about everything.
It irks me and makes me nervous.
No one is ever in as much control as they think they are.
God doesn't always have the best goddamn plans, does he?
Something I Love:
Little Asian babies with mohawks. Seriously. I saw a little fellow outside of the coffee shop this morning, about a 2 1/2 inch fluffy tuft of punk rock climbing out of his scalp. He looked like a little triceretops. He made everyone around him smile and glow. He was like Jesus, or Santa. Love.
We don't have to be stars exploding in the night, or electric eels under the covers. We don't have to be anything quite to unreal, let's just be lovers.
I got out of bed 3 times yesterday.
Once to make a peanutbutter jelly sammitch.
Once to make a tuna melt.
Once to shower, get dressed, and go to dinner (at 11pm no less).
I guess with 32 gigs of music and a new vibrator, there really ain't much reason to get out of bed for much else than a sammitch.
the burgundy room is the only place i ever get hit on
it's also so dark that you can barely see who youre talking to, and so loud you can hardly hear the other person.
hmmm....