Oh, LA. What can I say of thee.
Your air is like breathing in copious amounts of exhaust from a truck stop full of 18 wheelers. Oh how my sinuses burn.
Your people are like a mass of vain idiocy, with a serious lack of sense of humor thrown in. But no matter if they are living in Hollywood Hills or in a cardboard box on Western and Sunset, they "are somebody" because they "know somebody" and they "live in Hollywood". It makes me cry.
Your traffic is like a constipated geriatric.
Okay, enough of the bitching. I don't COMPLETELY hate it here. Just mostly. Then again I have not really been out to do anything either this time.
Well, no that isn't entirely true.
My guy and I went out for a bit last weekend - went to Santa Monica pier. There we had great Indian food from this weird hippie waitress and at the pier a homeless guy walks up to us, tells us we should get married, and gave us the home address for NIN's old keyboardist (who had actually recorded music for this guy, no shit), and told us to send him a CD. Okee dokee. We took that man out and bought him some food.
I went out with fantastic hairdresser and good friend Marissa of www.dreadeddragon.net, who promptly changed all my dreads out from white to a mix of blue, green, and blue-green, which look fabulous. Although now I am seriously considering having all of my hair put in dreads. I wonder if it would make me look too harsh. We hung out, went to Toy and had some greasy Thai, and formulated ideas about going down to Bar Sinister one night and annoying certain people with our very presence and deliciously bad attitudes (which is funny, but is there a karma debt involved if the other person is a COMPLETE cunt?)
So anyways, things are going along. The interesting thing is how GREAT things are looking for the next few months. We are going to have an album out by August, and I mean it. The Severance album may take a little longer, but I have people that want to work on it, which rocks. Some people I REALLY respect. Yay!
Hope everybody is enjoying their little corner of the world.
My thought for the day: No more work!!!!!
My listening pleasure: Nothing yet.
Wearing: Black faded Seven jeans with straps and buckles and chains (which are pretty fuckin gothed out, for mainstream jeans), my guy's NIN shirt which is fantastically too big, no bra because I am lazy.
What I am avoiding to bring you this update: Work.
German phrase of the day:
Sag mal, hast du den Arsch offen?
Are you nuts? (or literally, "Say, is your ass open, or what?")
Your air is like breathing in copious amounts of exhaust from a truck stop full of 18 wheelers. Oh how my sinuses burn.
Your people are like a mass of vain idiocy, with a serious lack of sense of humor thrown in. But no matter if they are living in Hollywood Hills or in a cardboard box on Western and Sunset, they "are somebody" because they "know somebody" and they "live in Hollywood". It makes me cry.
Your traffic is like a constipated geriatric.
Okay, enough of the bitching. I don't COMPLETELY hate it here. Just mostly. Then again I have not really been out to do anything either this time.
Well, no that isn't entirely true.
My guy and I went out for a bit last weekend - went to Santa Monica pier. There we had great Indian food from this weird hippie waitress and at the pier a homeless guy walks up to us, tells us we should get married, and gave us the home address for NIN's old keyboardist (who had actually recorded music for this guy, no shit), and told us to send him a CD. Okee dokee. We took that man out and bought him some food.
I went out with fantastic hairdresser and good friend Marissa of www.dreadeddragon.net, who promptly changed all my dreads out from white to a mix of blue, green, and blue-green, which look fabulous. Although now I am seriously considering having all of my hair put in dreads. I wonder if it would make me look too harsh. We hung out, went to Toy and had some greasy Thai, and formulated ideas about going down to Bar Sinister one night and annoying certain people with our very presence and deliciously bad attitudes (which is funny, but is there a karma debt involved if the other person is a COMPLETE cunt?)
So anyways, things are going along. The interesting thing is how GREAT things are looking for the next few months. We are going to have an album out by August, and I mean it. The Severance album may take a little longer, but I have people that want to work on it, which rocks. Some people I REALLY respect. Yay!
Hope everybody is enjoying their little corner of the world.
My thought for the day: No more work!!!!!
My listening pleasure: Nothing yet.
Wearing: Black faded Seven jeans with straps and buckles and chains (which are pretty fuckin gothed out, for mainstream jeans), my guy's NIN shirt which is fantastically too big, no bra because I am lazy.
What I am avoiding to bring you this update: Work.
German phrase of the day:
Sag mal, hast du den Arsch offen?
Are you nuts? (or literally, "Say, is your ass open, or what?")
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devil_bitch:
Germans. Man. Sounds like you are dealing well enough with LA. I will be waiting for the album with baited breath. The homeless guy used to record with NIN's old keyboardist? Priceless. Only in LA!! I would love to see new pics of your dreads. Take care lovely and try to stay level in the land of delusions.
fetishstix:
cant wait for the album. I have to send you the demo we just finished.