look it's Yelle!
It looks pretty kewl right?
look! It's El Guincho! Look! It's NSFW
(for a whoooooole bunch a titties)
It's kinda misogynist but it looks cools so it's a'ight right?
PS I CHANGED THE LAYOUT
?
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Showing posts with label hipsters. Show all posts
Thursday, November 11, 2010
ch-ch-ch-changes
I've made some changes to this piece of shit.
It looks pretty kewl right?
look! It's El Guincho! Look! It's NSFW
(for a whoooooole bunch a titties)
It's kinda misogynist but it looks cools so it's a'ight right?
PS I CHANGED THE LAYOUT
?
It looks pretty kewl right?
look! It's El Guincho! Look! It's NSFW
(for a whoooooole bunch a titties)
It's kinda misogynist but it looks cools so it's a'ight right?
PS I CHANGED THE LAYOUT
?
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
yeah but yeah but why
I most (what is 1, 2?) people that ready this blog know, I like to make loud and proud proclamations (<---- that took me like 4 times to get the right spelling...i also had to use spell check...) about what I'm doing and blah blah.
I j-j-joined a gym. For the low low price of $75 you too can join your local NEW YORK CITY gym. Well state run Y...but but the one near me has a nice pool. so ey'body can suck it.
suck it hard
suck it long and hard
...ummmm this isn't that type o'blog pervert.
So yes, your truly has joined a gy-um no matter how, to use a classist and apparently kinda racist term, "podunk" it still counts. Pretty soon I'll be...all...I can't even think of an adjective of what my body will look like because unless I get a personality transplant, my xxxercise will be inconsistent at best.
I have started drinking more water, so that's something.
I have started thinking about starting eat better. So, while I'll still eat a burger and sweet potato fries, I'll feel bad about eating that meal. Sorta.
sorta.
but only a little...
I j-j-joined a gym. For the low low price of $75 you too can join your local NEW YORK CITY gym. Well state run Y...but but the one near me has a nice pool. so ey'body can suck it.
suck it hard
suck it long and hard
...ummmm this isn't that type o'blog pervert.
So yes, your truly has joined a gy-um no matter how, to use a classist and apparently kinda racist term, "podunk" it still counts. Pretty soon I'll be...all...I can't even think of an adjective of what my body will look like because unless I get a personality transplant, my xxxercise will be inconsistent at best.
I have started drinking more water, so that's something.
I have started thinking about starting eat better. So, while I'll still eat a burger and sweet potato fries, I'll feel bad about eating that meal. Sorta.
sorta.
but only a little...
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
here again
It's been a while (A MONTH! {actually a month and a week!}) since i've written in here!
I've dusted the corners free of the cobwebs (halloweEeEn), all pearly and irridescent that have blossomed with lack of activity. Hacked away the ivy that has run wild making my blog it's home.
My blog!
My blog!
My blog!
See? Different emphasis! Different! emphasis! That means I care! Or that I simple don't know how to say sentences in order for them to make sense.
(it's been a while) <--- that was supposed to be said in a Southern Accent™.
iyt's bin ah y-ahwl (better!)
So the spookiest of all months is upon us. Slowly but surely the leaves are dropping, the weather is changing , the cardigans are pulled on everything everything everything is starting to go to sleep and will soon wake up as ZOMBIES!
\I was loosing you there, I could tell.
I went to a haunted haus or as a mr. dennis cooper calls it a SPO0O0OKY House (extra O0O0 mine) with the ole bouyfrienz. Yes you heard it here first, if i've never met you in real life, and our only form of communication is this is blog. If there is sucha person(s?) out there, hello!
The haus was called Blood Manor™ it was spooky and more than a lil cooky and it made me want a hot dog, well corn dog rul bad.
But where was I? Oh yes! It's OCTOBER.
which means my motherfuckin' birthday.
me
me
me
me
Amirite
As a gift I promise to post more!
you're welcome?
Saturday, August 28, 2010
in my mind
CHICAGO
I’ve been putting off starting this whole blizzog (blizzard blog?) post, for I think, the OBVIOUS reason, that I can’t be funny about Ch-ch-ch-chicago. At least not in the same way that I can be funny about any other shit town in the ole U-S of A. I guess because this city still has a lot of sentimental value for me. It was the city I started being a real live HU-MAN.
So yes, my feelings are a little more earnest when it comes to this, the windiest of cities. On the other hand FUCK IT
Right?
I got off at O’Hare and thought, why is this aeropuerto so big? And why is ey’body so fat? And I thought oh yes a’course it’s the mid-motherfuckin-west baby!
So I took the trusty (?) blue line to Logan Sq where I am and will be currently staying for the duration.
I called my friend Yas, and was all like, “hey gurl how you livin’ where ya apty at?” or something along those lines. She gave me her directions and thinking I was “all that and a bag of chips” I though oh hell yeah I know this city. In reality I’ve never spent that much time in Logan Sq and even when I did live here I constantly google mapped everywhere and was lost pretty much 70-80 percent of the time. So I walked the opposite direction for a good 3 blocks and turned myself around and I made it! I made it the place I was staying.
No police had to be called, no dogs let loose, no search parties sent out endlessly searching for the body that will never be found because the meat has been scavenged, the bones picked clean and long since buried. No! None of that happened.
But I made it. I set my shit down and said look world! Look Chicago! Here I am.
I situated myself and soon was out the door with Yas enjoying the fresh Midwestern air, the ample streets, the trees along the side walk; the trees! So many trees! And not all designated to parks!
We got Thai and then we ate brownies that had a little somethin’ extra…nuts! Walnuts! We had brownies with some of her friendies from school and grrrrrrrrrrl dem brown were güd.
I then met up with my ole roomie Jax and had a heartfelt hug and talked about life over a beer…then…we watched South Park with her boyfriend and boyfriends brother. Slow down! So crazay!
After the pleasantries, reminiscing and a good night sleep Jax, BBS, his bro and I got our BURGER ON. We went to Kumas Corner, Kumas Korner? whatever. It’s this kinda famous burger place in here in Chicago and I had the most delicious burga evah. NOM NOMNOM. It had a fried egg, bacon and cheddar. UUUUUUuuuuuuuugh things that make you mmm things that make you go mmm-mm-mmm.
Needless to say, we had lunch at noon and I was full until about the next day.
That didn’t stop me from going to eat some good Indian food on Devon. It was *kissy hand motion that the French make when they talk about food, delectable. Dinner was with a couple of friends that I hadn’t seen since they last visited New York. It was great to see them and be able to have a conversation with them even though for all purposes we hadn’t seen each other in a little over a year. And even then we never really talked talked.
But it was way the hell on the NorthSide took my like 4evaz to get there and back.
The next morning I took another trip to the Northside.
BUT FIRST
I walked to Wicker Park and went to a bookstore that was pretty great. Old and musty (just like I likes’em). Then headed up.
Yas and I got Vietnamese sammichez. For crazy cheap; three fitty for sammie!
Then we walked around boiztowne. Passed the bathouse and thought hey you! Wink wink wink…I’ve never went in it though…what? Me? Psshaw. Never…
Actually never.
Then we went to the Whole Foods where I eat a slice of pizza. Only 1 ½ hours after I had a sammich. Food and weight don’t matter on vacation just like money and alcohol. It’s a thing. You know the vacation warp. We trucked up back to the apt. Had a few beerz and made some cookies up in the bitch!
Chocolate chip and chocolate chip and cranberry. AAAAAwwww yeah.
Another productive day this time with culture on all fronts.
Full frontal
On this explicitly adult day I went with M. Scott and a painter friend of his to The Art Institute of Chicago Museum.
We went to the only worth while part of the museo according to my artbro friend, the modern wing.
The one piece that really got to me was the Felix Gonzalez-Torres candy piece.
The premise of the piece is that, there is a space that is designated with different candies; the weight of the candies equal to the weight of his lover that passed away due to AIDS (heavy I know). As the day passes observers are welcome to take the candies ultimately changing the weight, which is replenished each day.
It’s a bittersweet piece. The observer eating the candy is essentially consuming the artists lover and the lover is revitalized each day. On the flip-side each day the lover wastes away diminishing in weight as he did when the artist lost him. It’s sad and beautiful and inspiring.
It isn’t dreary or tragic but essentially, Gonzalez-Torres is paying homage to his lover’s passing and giving him continual life.
Ooooh this just turned into art motherfuckin’ hstry ya’llz
It was good.
Saw some other art fart that was good but that was the highlight for me.
On the other cultural side, I watched Indian Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark. Surprise! I’ve never seen this movie.
Harrison Ford is hot.
That is all.
Beach day fun day.
Went to the gay beach, wore my slightly more modest bathing suit (it is the Midwest HELL-O), dipped into Lake Michigan and lay in the sun, as I am want to do.
And then for the main event. I had dinner with Theo and we went to THE HOPLEAF or heaven in my mouth. Nonsexy heaven. I had the CB&J sammich.
CASHEW BUTTER
FIG JAM
STETSON CHEESE
GRILLED
You heard me. (I, I just died in your arms tonight)
Obvioulsy delicious Belgian Beerz and then some wine to tap it all off.
Oh we saw a babay possum at the wine place after I had my sanish.
My God that was a good sandwich. It lived up to memory, which very few things can. The gooey cheese and the perfect ratio of jam to cashew butter…SO GOOD
UUUUUGHHH
Oops sorry bout that, let my just, wipe…this…up and we can continue.
Then I came home and watched Friday with Jax and we decided that Ice Cube was a hottie and we would smoke with him any day. WINK
Oh and I’ve been making a shit ton of blingeez.
I got my tourist on, on Thursday.
But first I had a delicious non-touristy brunch with Jax and Yas, at Lula Café. NOM NOM French toast and a bloody mary, no better way to start the day. amirite?
THEN I got my tourist on. I went to Millennium Park, took a picture of water fountain block things or whatever, the bean and the Frank Gehry auditorium. ALL ALONE
Frown
Pssh whatever who needs friends to share experiences and memories and special moments.
I sure…don’t.
This trip so far has been about reliving , revisting, re-eating, re-drinking (sure why not that makes sense, right? Sure!) my experience while I lived here a year or so ago in Chicago.
Today was about, I guess, new things…? I don’t know something about doing things that I’ve never done before in Chicago.
Like getting drunk and dancing, oh OOPS done that.
And my time here ends in a bangy whisper or something.
SUCK IT NERDS I’M GOING TO NEW YORK CITY.
Build your own Blingee
I’ve been putting off starting this whole blizzog (blizzard blog?) post, for I think, the OBVIOUS reason, that I can’t be funny about Ch-ch-ch-chicago. At least not in the same way that I can be funny about any other shit town in the ole U-S of A. I guess because this city still has a lot of sentimental value for me. It was the city I started being a real live HU-MAN.
So yes, my feelings are a little more earnest when it comes to this, the windiest of cities. On the other hand FUCK IT
Right?
I got off at O’Hare and thought, why is this aeropuerto so big? And why is ey’body so fat? And I thought oh yes a’course it’s the mid-motherfuckin-west baby!
So I took the trusty (?) blue line to Logan Sq where I am and will be currently staying for the duration.
I called my friend Yas, and was all like, “hey gurl how you livin’ where ya apty at?” or something along those lines. She gave me her directions and thinking I was “all that and a bag of chips” I though oh hell yeah I know this city. In reality I’ve never spent that much time in Logan Sq and even when I did live here I constantly google mapped everywhere and was lost pretty much 70-80 percent of the time. So I walked the opposite direction for a good 3 blocks and turned myself around and I made it! I made it the place I was staying.
No police had to be called, no dogs let loose, no search parties sent out endlessly searching for the body that will never be found because the meat has been scavenged, the bones picked clean and long since buried. No! None of that happened.
But I made it. I set my shit down and said look world! Look Chicago! Here I am.
I situated myself and soon was out the door with Yas enjoying the fresh Midwestern air, the ample streets, the trees along the side walk; the trees! So many trees! And not all designated to parks!
We got Thai and then we ate brownies that had a little somethin’ extra…nuts! Walnuts! We had brownies with some of her friendies from school and grrrrrrrrrrl dem brown were güd.
I then met up with my ole roomie Jax and had a heartfelt hug and talked about life over a beer…then…we watched South Park with her boyfriend and boyfriends brother. Slow down! So crazay!
After the pleasantries, reminiscing and a good night sleep Jax, BBS, his bro and I got our BURGER ON. We went to Kumas Corner, Kumas Korner? whatever. It’s this kinda famous burger place in here in Chicago and I had the most delicious burga evah. NOM NOMNOM. It had a fried egg, bacon and cheddar. UUUUUUuuuuuuuugh things that make you mmm things that make you go mmm-mm-mmm.
Needless to say, we had lunch at noon and I was full until about the next day.
That didn’t stop me from going to eat some good Indian food on Devon. It was *kissy hand motion that the French make when they talk about food, delectable. Dinner was with a couple of friends that I hadn’t seen since they last visited New York. It was great to see them and be able to have a conversation with them even though for all purposes we hadn’t seen each other in a little over a year. And even then we never really talked talked.
But it was way the hell on the NorthSide took my like 4evaz to get there and back.
The next morning I took another trip to the Northside.
BUT FIRST
I walked to Wicker Park and went to a bookstore that was pretty great. Old and musty (just like I likes’em). Then headed up.
Yas and I got Vietnamese sammichez. For crazy cheap; three fitty for sammie!
Then we walked around boiztowne. Passed the bathouse and thought hey you! Wink wink wink…I’ve never went in it though…what? Me? Psshaw. Never…
Actually never.
Then we went to the Whole Foods where I eat a slice of pizza. Only 1 ½ hours after I had a sammich. Food and weight don’t matter on vacation just like money and alcohol. It’s a thing. You know the vacation warp. We trucked up back to the apt. Had a few beerz and made some cookies up in the bitch!
Chocolate chip and chocolate chip and cranberry. AAAAAwwww yeah.
Another productive day this time with culture on all fronts.
Full frontal
On this explicitly adult day I went with M. Scott and a painter friend of his to The Art Institute of Chicago Museum.
We went to the only worth while part of the museo according to my artbro friend, the modern wing.
The one piece that really got to me was the Felix Gonzalez-Torres candy piece.
The premise of the piece is that, there is a space that is designated with different candies; the weight of the candies equal to the weight of his lover that passed away due to AIDS (heavy I know). As the day passes observers are welcome to take the candies ultimately changing the weight, which is replenished each day.
It’s a bittersweet piece. The observer eating the candy is essentially consuming the artists lover and the lover is revitalized each day. On the flip-side each day the lover wastes away diminishing in weight as he did when the artist lost him. It’s sad and beautiful and inspiring.
It isn’t dreary or tragic but essentially, Gonzalez-Torres is paying homage to his lover’s passing and giving him continual life.
Ooooh this just turned into art motherfuckin’ hstry ya’llz
It was good.
Saw some other art fart that was good but that was the highlight for me.
On the other cultural side, I watched Indian Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark. Surprise! I’ve never seen this movie.
Harrison Ford is hot.
That is all.
Beach day fun day.
Went to the gay beach, wore my slightly more modest bathing suit (it is the Midwest HELL-O), dipped into Lake Michigan and lay in the sun, as I am want to do.
And then for the main event. I had dinner with Theo and we went to THE HOPLEAF or heaven in my mouth. Nonsexy heaven. I had the CB&J sammich.
CASHEW BUTTER
FIG JAM
STETSON CHEESE
GRILLED
You heard me. (I, I just died in your arms tonight)
Obvioulsy delicious Belgian Beerz and then some wine to tap it all off.
Oh we saw a babay possum at the wine place after I had my sanish.
My God that was a good sandwich. It lived up to memory, which very few things can. The gooey cheese and the perfect ratio of jam to cashew butter…SO GOOD
UUUUUGHHH
Oops sorry bout that, let my just, wipe…this…up and we can continue.
Then I came home and watched Friday with Jax and we decided that Ice Cube was a hottie and we would smoke with him any day. WINK
Oh and I’ve been making a shit ton of blingeez.
I got my tourist on, on Thursday.
But first I had a delicious non-touristy brunch with Jax and Yas, at Lula Café. NOM NOM French toast and a bloody mary, no better way to start the day. amirite?
THEN I got my tourist on. I went to Millennium Park, took a picture of water fountain block things or whatever, the bean and the Frank Gehry auditorium. ALL ALONE
Frown
Pssh whatever who needs friends to share experiences and memories and special moments.
I sure…don’t.
This trip so far has been about reliving , revisting, re-eating, re-drinking (sure why not that makes sense, right? Sure!) my experience while I lived here a year or so ago in Chicago.
Today was about, I guess, new things…? I don’t know something about doing things that I’ve never done before in Chicago.
Like getting drunk and dancing, oh OOPS done that.
And my time here ends in a bangy whisper or something.
SUCK IT NERDS I’M GOING TO NEW YORK CITY.
Build your own Blingee
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I fell
Chicago, or Chicken cargo as no one calls it ever, here I come!
So I stupidly got a car service to take me to JFK airport…so so dumb.
Because I’m just much too lazy to take the train then another train then another train or a bus to get to the airport.
Because I’d rather wait till the last minute to pack up my things.
Because my roomiee had a bday and we had to celebrate starting at 12 o’clock in the afternoon starting with BRUNCH at a French restaurant with beer and bloodies. And then because my roommate likes the fancy things in life I bought a couple of bottles of 11 dollar champagne!
KNOCK KNOCK who’s there? MR. MOTHERFUCKIN FANCY CLASS THAT’S WHO.
So we knocked those two back because why not? What did our livers ever do for us?
A lot.
Then our bestie friendie barkin came to our apartment. More wine. Then we went to some bougie cocktail place and had one bougie cock-tale each. Then we had some AMAZING Japanese fusion food. Listen I’m not a foodie, I hate the term and I hate those people BUT guuuuuuuuurl it was GOOOOD.
After we feasted like kings are at least like dukes, at the very very least earls…?
We went to some other semi-bougie cocktail place, then of course we ended up at Metropolitan the local homosexual watering hole.
Oh god I was about to make a disgusting play on words…Well not really play on words more like a rearrangement of words. Let’s just say it was along the lines of homosexuals watering their holes. (< --- see? no good, not at all).
Where was I? Ah, yes, so I dumbly paid monayz to get here but whatever. I’m in the plane truckin’ to Chicago. And that is all that matters.
PLUS
Jet motherfuckin’ Blue has MTV; hello Jersey Shore™
Embarrassing!
FYI
chicago is nothing like this
soon though, soon the wheels while turn again and we'll be back to where it started
So I stupidly got a car service to take me to JFK airport…so so dumb.
Because I’m just much too lazy to take the train then another train then another train or a bus to get to the airport.
Because I’d rather wait till the last minute to pack up my things.
Because my roomiee had a bday and we had to celebrate starting at 12 o’clock in the afternoon starting with BRUNCH at a French restaurant with beer and bloodies. And then because my roommate likes the fancy things in life I bought a couple of bottles of 11 dollar champagne!
KNOCK KNOCK who’s there? MR. MOTHERFUCKIN FANCY CLASS THAT’S WHO.
So we knocked those two back because why not? What did our livers ever do for us?
A lot.
Then our bestie friendie barkin came to our apartment. More wine. Then we went to some bougie cocktail place and had one bougie cock-tale each. Then we had some AMAZING Japanese fusion food. Listen I’m not a foodie, I hate the term and I hate those people BUT guuuuuuuuurl it was GOOOOD.
After we feasted like kings are at least like dukes, at the very very least earls…?
We went to some other semi-bougie cocktail place, then of course we ended up at Metropolitan the local homosexual watering hole.
Oh god I was about to make a disgusting play on words…Well not really play on words more like a rearrangement of words. Let’s just say it was along the lines of homosexuals watering their holes. (< --- see? no good, not at all).
Where was I? Ah, yes, so I dumbly paid monayz to get here but whatever. I’m in the plane truckin’ to Chicago. And that is all that matters.
PLUS
Jet motherfuckin’ Blue has MTV; hello Jersey Shore™
Embarrassing!
FYI
chicago is nothing like this
soon though, soon the wheels while turn again and we'll be back to where it started
Thursday, August 12, 2010
chunk of thrown coal
I opened this up and realized I have NOTHING to say.
So I'll do what, I usually do; hurl things against the wall and hope that it sticks!
That's productive right? That won't make for cringe-worthy writing? Duh, of course it won't this is America ifffffffffffffffffff you hadn't noticed. We do what we want, when we want, with the most minimal talent required. Ugh "talent." psssh "ability," fancy 5 dollar words, that most certainly mean nothing, other than...you have skills and like talent n'stuff. Whatever!
And when I said I had nothing to post was before I found THIS:
O_o
So I'll do what, I usually do; hurl things against the wall and hope that it sticks!
That's productive right? That won't make for cringe-worthy writing? Duh, of course it won't this is America ifffffffffffffffffff you hadn't noticed. We do what we want, when we want, with the most minimal talent required. Ugh "talent." psssh "ability," fancy 5 dollar words, that most certainly mean nothing, other than...you have skills and like talent n'stuff. Whatever!
And when I said I had nothing to post was before I found THIS:
O_o
Friday, July 16, 2010
I wish they all could
So I woke up around 12 cali-for-ni-a time and let me tell you something; it was awesome.
I'm sitting here in Aubz apty with her roomie writing in this ram-shamble of internet space.
I think I'm basically going to do a vacay round up and NOT right in this thing everyday like some kind of loser baby monkey man.
Then we met with some ca-li-fornia gayz and had some drankz. But srsly california gays are really touchy feely. I was a little put off by that. I'm like, i only touch you if I've known you for more than 1 year and/or am trying to sleep with you. Known of which applied to any o' dees gays. OR DID IT? it didn't.
BTW I was mistaken for Wilson cruz (don’t know who that is) El Oh El?
Today the ole gang, I almost typed the ole gayng (<--still valid) and I went to beach and sunned and frolicked. I got to see Malibu which was nice and I got to see the Pacific ocean which just felt so large and I got to wear my tiny swimsuit, which come on is every gays perfect day, amirite? After practicing being mermaids and wearing MATCHING swimsuits –slash- something that will here to forth be labeled “beach underwear” ???? yes!
Back to the story, Aubz and I were supposed to meet up with a friend and we did but he is what I’d like to call a searcher. Flitting from group to group scoping the scene for someone to take him home. He was sweet, just preoccupied. So we left him to his own devices and went home.
Oh I’m sorry, I left our the most important part. We go slurpees at the 7/11 before we went home.
Sunday, we woke begrudgingly early and went to the farmers market and gorged our self on free fruit/cheese/bread samples. It was amazing. And worth it. I also drank some sweet sweet lime-ade. Uuuuugh. Took a pill good time all the time.
Oh, and number two? PUG PUPPIES.
Afters, we went to Amoeba and got some records amd apparently I was singing something or another and I made a stranger uncomfortable! Hooray.
We then watched an amazing movie. It was amazing and a movie. We ended the day perfectly by eating pizza and watching Independence Day, welcome to Earth indeed.
Monday, yesterday I guess, D’smity and I went to Aubz place of work talked some smack and got lunch. Then we finshed my roll of film got donuts and simply enjoyed each others company.
Almost 5 days and I didn’t get a picture of a single landmark.
SUCCESS
ASSTROOO BURGER was yummy and delicious and made my hert go boom ba-boom. But before that we took a drive up mullholland dr and saw all the pretty MANSIONS. then we went to a gay bar, in wich the night was called BIG FAT DICKS. Needless to say the bar was a lil trashy.
I woke up at 12! noon! that's 3! in real (NY TIME) then I walked around Melrose with D'smity (aubz roomie). It was basically like the scene It was basically like a scene from my most deepest fantasy. The fact that waking up at noon is a fantasy of mine, is something i have to live with everyday and I've learned to accept that.
I went shopping (gaycation shopping is the most dangerous type of shopping there is) and I bought several items one of them (my most favie baby one of them) being a gold necklace with a gold feather pendent.
I went shopping (gaycation shopping is the most dangerous type of shopping there is) and I bought several items one of them (my most favie baby one of them) being a gold necklace with a gold feather pendent.
YES AND YES.
Went to silverlake and had some margz w/some laydyayz. It was all pseudo-real housewives, but with the obvious and much need black lezbot.
Then we went to Griffith Park Observatory, of Rebel Without a Cause fame and I say the creeeepy bust of james. It was hellza weirrrrrd. Oh and we saw some russian tourist taking "classy" pictures of themselves. Not to seem xena(warriorprincess)phobic on ya'll but the russian tourist don't get what classy is I think. They have a vague idea but it always goes terribly wrong and earnestly slutty.
Went to silverlake and had some margz w/some laydyayz. It was all pseudo-real housewives, but with the obvious and much need black lezbot.
Then we went to Griffith Park Observatory, of Rebel Without a Cause fame and I say the creeeepy bust of james. It was hellza weirrrrrd. Oh and we saw some russian tourist taking "classy" pictures of themselves. Not to seem xena(warriorprincess)phobic on ya'll but the russian tourist don't get what classy is I think. They have a vague idea but it always goes terribly wrong and earnestly slutty.
Then we met with some ca-li-fornia gayz and had some drankz. But srsly california gays are really touchy feely. I was a little put off by that. I'm like, i only touch you if I've known you for more than 1 year and/or am trying to sleep with you. Known of which applied to any o' dees gays. OR DID IT? it didn't.
BTW I was mistaken for Wilson cruz (don’t know who that is) El Oh El?
Today the ole gang, I almost typed the ole gayng (<--still valid) and I went to beach and sunned and frolicked. I got to see Malibu which was nice and I got to see the Pacific ocean which just felt so large and I got to wear my tiny swimsuit, which come on is every gays perfect day, amirite? After practicing being mermaids and wearing MATCHING swimsuits –slash- something that will here to forth be labeled “beach underwear” ???? yes!
We went homo. Watched a movie took a lil nap and went out d-d-d-dancing.
Well Aubz n I did D’smity stayed home.
We want to this thing called Cherry Pop or Popstars or Super Cherrypop, I’m not sure but it sounded thuper faggy, which I like. Another thang that I like? We got in for freezers. We got stuffed into freezers and carted in the back way. Right before we were going to be locked in we stuck out our arm and emerged ready to go out it. Or we ran into some rando and she had 2 other plus ones, which I guess in her sitch would be plus 3’s.
We want to this thing called Cherry Pop or Popstars or Super Cherrypop, I’m not sure but it sounded thuper faggy, which I like. Another thang that I like? We got in for freezers. We got stuffed into freezers and carted in the back way. Right before we were going to be locked in we stuck out our arm and emerged ready to go out it. Or we ran into some rando and she had 2 other plus ones, which I guess in her sitch would be plus 3’s.
We were right behind her n’ her boifrienz and the woman at the door was like “are these your friends?” and she was all “…s…suuuuuuuuuuree, yeah, yes they are my friends, why not.” So we got special bracelets that woulda let us hang out with Kimberly Locke (who ever the fuck that is) but instead we didn’t and just danced.
THE MUSIC WAS ON POINT THE ENTIRE NIGHT. En Vogue, TLC, Maria, Brandy, Madonna, Robyn, Lady Gagz, CAN WE SAY GAY? Yes yes we can because we are.
We danced for a solid 2/2:30 hours.
sidenote: just saw someone with an Oberlin sweatshirt. We are a geeky bunch.
BTW I saw Andrew from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (lol)
We danced for a solid 2/2:30 hours.
sidenote: just saw someone with an Oberlin sweatshirt. We are a geeky bunch.
BTW I saw Andrew from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (lol)
Back to the story, Aubz and I were supposed to meet up with a friend and we did but he is what I’d like to call a searcher. Flitting from group to group scoping the scene for someone to take him home. He was sweet, just preoccupied. So we left him to his own devices and went home.
Oh I’m sorry, I left our the most important part. We go slurpees at the 7/11 before we went home.
Sunday, we woke begrudgingly early and went to the farmers market and gorged our self on free fruit/cheese/bread samples. It was amazing. And worth it. I also drank some sweet sweet lime-ade. Uuuuugh. Took a pill good time all the time.
Oh, and number two? PUG PUPPIES.
Afters, we went to Amoeba and got some records amd apparently I was singing something or another and I made a stranger uncomfortable! Hooray.
We then watched an amazing movie. It was amazing and a movie. We ended the day perfectly by eating pizza and watching Independence Day, welcome to Earth indeed.
Monday, yesterday I guess, D’smity and I went to Aubz place of work talked some smack and got lunch. Then we finshed my roll of film got donuts and simply enjoyed each others company.
Almost 5 days and I didn’t get a picture of a single landmark.
SUCCESS
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Things change but they're still the same
This seem a good a time as any to talk about M(m).I(i).A(a).’s MIA’s new album appropriately (?) titled /\/\/\Y/\ (<-- get it? That’s her name! in idiot). So right off the bat I think she was trying to create an alienating affect (<-- I meant what I said) with the album name. It’s virtually ungoogle-able and looks like a hodge-podge of rando-puter speak but surprise, it’s her name! MAYA using front slash-back slash-front slash-back slash-front slash-back slash capital “y”- front slash-back slash. And yes I did need to explain that just to bring that little piece of annoyance I have with the album to the forefront. Honestly besides making it unsearchable I don’t know why she did it? To look unique or maybe she was high, with baby ikhid on her arms or however you spell that. TO THE MUSIC 
I’ve been listening to /\/\/\Y/\ non stop for about 4 days. I listened to it 2-3 times in a row when I got it.
It was/is good.
The beginning track “The Message” calls back to the Arular era of M.I.A., politicized statement with the play on a kids song “connected the google; connected to the gvt” indeed! Her sometimes insightful, sometimes insane, sometimes inane commentary works best musically. Is it the beat? Duh. She’s articulate in her music in a way that doesn’t come off sounding just…frustratingly dumb and un-nuanced, with the beat and the occasionally clever turn of phrase she is able to at least not sound kinda, ridiculous IRL.
One of my favorite tracks is “Steppin’ Up.” I think because it shows what M.I.A. can sound like when she is working with what sounded the most successful before. It has a rough beat using the noiserock scheme and applying it with dancehall/hip-hop sensibilities. The same can be said about "XXXO" with it's slightly clearer beats as well as "Teqkilla." Although at times some of the lyrics can be lost in the over powering beats. Which, honestly the lyrics and the beat are the reasons we listen to MIA, no? One gem in "Teqkilla," is "I got iky iky wiky sticky weeee(d?); shot of tequila in me" I sincerely hope she rolled in her love for her son, her weed and her booze all in one glorious and catchy hook. These are the most extremely dancable tracks. It' MIA the way we remember her, more mature and a little more adventurous with her beats and samples.
In "Lovalot" and "Story to be Told" MIA heads to more of her rapping/spoken word. Will not to terrible innovative it is catchy none-the-less. The beginning of "Story to be Told" can be a but grating as if the track was too simple at first so they just kept adding more on. It doesn't become more interesting, it just becomes muddy and a lil weird ya'll. "Lovalot" is reminiscent of "Bambo Banger" in Kala to the point of being confused for it, while not bad, just seems out of place in an album whose sound has grown a lot from her previous LP's. So it's isn't ole skool ya'll it's just kinda done n done.
The next tracks though not in order chronologically on the album are all stylistically similar. "It Takes a Muscle," "It Iz What It Iz," "Tell Me Why," "Space." Here MIA is playing with the new all the rage chillwave. It's basically music you can listen to when it's 5 or 6 o'clock in the morning, your wasted, finally just relaxing/coming down/getting high and you can just do a slow jamz with it. At of all the four listed "It Iz What it Iz" is the least successful. It's not nuanced and all redundant, nothing interesting, it's filler at it's worst. The rest are all good. I guess, not spectacular but apt. "Tell Me Why" of the chillwave is the most memorable and worthy of listening on repeat.
"Born Free" and "Meds and Feds" are...a disappointment. MIA, trying to expand her sound to include some drum driven rock beats just sounds, harried. It's not worth listening to, kinda? It sounds like a rehashing of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs or Le Tigre. Just been done.
Most of the lyrics deal with Ms. Maya's dealing with her new place in the world. It comes in conflict with MIA's dual identity; clinging to her war torn past (THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY), but embracing the hip-hop/rap aesthetic of swagger, while ACTUALLY being super-duper rich because of who she married and what she married into. So there are times when the lyrics come off a little whiny and other where it seems her confusion does play it in her music and lyrics.
So all in all. It's good listen. Not a great listen, nothing revolutionary or groundbreaking, which is what MIA is always trying to do. It doesn't really do that. She does expand her sound some with mixed results.
So listen and enjoy for what it is and only be a little disappointed at what it tries to be.
Or not! Who am I to tell you what to listen to! Just some jerk!
I’ve been listening to /\/\/\Y/\ non stop for about 4 days. I listened to it 2-3 times in a row when I got it.
It was/is good.
The beginning track “The Message” calls back to the Arular era of M.I.A., politicized statement with the play on a kids song “connected the google; connected to the gvt” indeed! Her sometimes insightful, sometimes insane, sometimes inane commentary works best musically. Is it the beat? Duh. She’s articulate in her music in a way that doesn’t come off sounding just…frustratingly dumb and un-nuanced, with the beat and the occasionally clever turn of phrase she is able to at least not sound kinda, ridiculous IRL.
One of my favorite tracks is “Steppin’ Up.” I think because it shows what M.I.A. can sound like when she is working with what sounded the most successful before. It has a rough beat using the noiserock scheme and applying it with dancehall/hip-hop sensibilities. The same can be said about "XXXO" with it's slightly clearer beats as well as "Teqkilla." Although at times some of the lyrics can be lost in the over powering beats. Which, honestly the lyrics and the beat are the reasons we listen to MIA, no? One gem in "Teqkilla," is "I got iky iky wiky sticky weeee(d?); shot of tequila in me" I sincerely hope she rolled in her love for her son, her weed and her booze all in one glorious and catchy hook. These are the most extremely dancable tracks. It' MIA the way we remember her, more mature and a little more adventurous with her beats and samples.
In "Lovalot" and "Story to be Told" MIA heads to more of her rapping/spoken word. Will not to terrible innovative it is catchy none-the-less. The beginning of "Story to be Told" can be a but grating as if the track was too simple at first so they just kept adding more on. It doesn't become more interesting, it just becomes muddy and a lil weird ya'll. "Lovalot" is reminiscent of "Bambo Banger" in Kala to the point of being confused for it, while not bad, just seems out of place in an album whose sound has grown a lot from her previous LP's. So it's isn't ole skool ya'll it's just kinda done n done.
The next tracks though not in order chronologically on the album are all stylistically similar. "It Takes a Muscle," "It Iz What It Iz," "Tell Me Why," "Space." Here MIA is playing with the new all the rage chillwave. It's basically music you can listen to when it's 5 or 6 o'clock in the morning, your wasted, finally just relaxing/coming down/getting high and you can just do a slow jamz with it. At of all the four listed "It Iz What it Iz" is the least successful. It's not nuanced and all redundant, nothing interesting, it's filler at it's worst. The rest are all good. I guess, not spectacular but apt. "Tell Me Why" of the chillwave is the most memorable and worthy of listening on repeat.
"Born Free" and "Meds and Feds" are...a disappointment. MIA, trying to expand her sound to include some drum driven rock beats just sounds, harried. It's not worth listening to, kinda? It sounds like a rehashing of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs or Le Tigre. Just been done.
Most of the lyrics deal with Ms. Maya's dealing with her new place in the world. It comes in conflict with MIA's dual identity; clinging to her war torn past (THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY), but embracing the hip-hop/rap aesthetic of swagger, while ACTUALLY being super-duper rich because of who she married and what she married into. So there are times when the lyrics come off a little whiny and other where it seems her confusion does play it in her music and lyrics.
So all in all. It's good listen. Not a great listen, nothing revolutionary or groundbreaking, which is what MIA is always trying to do. It doesn't really do that. She does expand her sound some with mixed results.
So listen and enjoy for what it is and only be a little disappointed at what it tries to be.
Or not! Who am I to tell you what to listen to! Just some jerk!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I thought you'd
Well, It's Tuesday and I'm just now. YES! now! getting to write about what happened this weekend.
God, that's sounds like the prompt for a 3rd grade essay assignment.
Mrs. Teacher: OK class today were are going to break into groups and write about what we did last weekend.
3rd grader: Why are we splitting up into groups?
3rd grader #2: Yeah, When we all did different things?
Mrs. Teacher: Class who here went to The Ohio State University to get their degree in Art History?
And who was forced by their mother to change because the Arts are for girls that are talented and that you should stick to something average girls excel at, so why not teacher? "Why not that hun"?
And who here had a little too much wine one night and thought "surrre we don't have to use a condom Tommy, just, you know don't finish."
And who did not have any money to as your mother would say "go to Columbus" and "Take care of it?"
And are you stuck raising a child you didn't want, in a town you hate, working at a job that leaves you weeping in your bathroom after you were sick drinking too much wine, because Tommy always buys the cheap swill?
No. So get into you groups and write about your weekends.
3rd grade class:...
[insert: i google imaged this picture with "3rd grade teacher" isn't fun to think she is saying it?]
...So what I did on my weekend was actually really fun!
Friday some coworkerz and I went to get some drankz after werk.
So we went and got some mothafuckin mahgahrahtahs up in this bitch.
We had a nice little chat (Heidi Klum says that on Project Running with Scissors!) about things and things and liberal art things and sexual health stuff and queer activism miscellany and stuff we have the privilege to talk about. But we also talked about horoscopes! And that was nice.
Later we walked across the WilliamsBLURG bridge, (yeah I know, I know STFU life) but it was really nice in that highly romanticized young! new york! experience.
[insert: we didn't look like this]
Saturday was a blerk day.
So that was filled by a haze a sleepiness whilst (<----so english RITE??) I was guzzling down any caffeine drink I could wrap my grubby monkey paws around. But things took a decidedly upward swing when a good friend (from Chicago) came! We watched
The Runaways: The Dakota Fanning Tale of Sapphism, Drugs and Career (Re)Invention.
It was a cute pseudo-gritty pseudo-artsy all angsty story of Joan Jett (the girl from Twilight that always look like she rather be anywhere than where she is at the moment, then leave! be free! that's what I would tell her!) and Cherie Curry (Dakota motherfucking Fanning). Every time they were on screen, so basically for like 2 hrs (was it even 2? it's might been like 1 1/2 for all I know!) it was like oh you are so much more famous for playing with vampires and being a little girl.
AWKward. It was fun.
[insert: lesbionic cybertronic d-d-disco baby]
Then my friend, (oli!) and I got him some pants, went back to my place, then went to a PARTAY. IT'S A PARTY IN THE U.S.GAY. Yeah I went there.
Ironically it wasn't a gay party frownface.
It was fun. I was pleasantly surprised (re: peeing my pants a lil) to see my friend, (l.k.) whom I haven't seen in literally Fo Evz. So that was delightful.
But I was also glad that oli got along with the Oberliners that were throwing the party. Because, it's always tough to interact with people that are constantly making old joke and time specific references and then you end up just kinda standing there drinking until you just starting screaming and screaming and screaming for someone to get you out of there. only me? ok!
But oli was great and OBViously er'body was all like yo friend is awesome. Yes. and Duh.
Then we went back to mine and WINK.
Sunday was also a pleasant day. It was a HOLY-DAZE. Sunday was the day the Jesus was all like so over being dead, it wasn't even funny. And he was like you guys I'm totally back but Earth kinda sux too see ya! So DS7 and KreativeKrisis (emphasis on KRISIS!) went to a gay ole party and had gay ole drinks and talked about how gay we were (well some of us; others like to play pretend) So that was fun.
! yuuuuuuuuup!
God, that's sounds like the prompt for a 3rd grade essay assignment.
Mrs. Teacher: OK class today were are going to break into groups and write about what we did last weekend.
3rd grader: Why are we splitting up into groups?
3rd grader #2: Yeah, When we all did different things?
Mrs. Teacher: Class who here went to The Ohio State University to get their degree in Art History?
And who was forced by their mother to change because the Arts are for girls that are talented and that you should stick to something average girls excel at, so why not teacher? "Why not that hun"?
And who here had a little too much wine one night and thought "surrre we don't have to use a condom Tommy, just, you know don't finish."
And who did not have any money to as your mother would say "go to Columbus" and "Take care of it?"
And are you stuck raising a child you didn't want, in a town you hate, working at a job that leaves you weeping in your bathroom after you were sick drinking too much wine, because Tommy always buys the cheap swill?
No. So get into you groups and write about your weekends.
3rd grade class:...
[insert: i google imaged this picture with "3rd grade teacher" isn't fun to think she is saying it?]
...So what I did on my weekend was actually really fun!
Friday some coworkerz and I went to get some drankz after werk.
So we went and got some mothafuckin mahgahrahtahs up in this bitch.
We had a nice little chat (Heidi Klum says that on Project Running with Scissors!) about things and things and liberal art things and sexual health stuff and queer activism miscellany and stuff we have the privilege to talk about. But we also talked about horoscopes! And that was nice.
Later we walked across the WilliamsBLURG bridge, (yeah I know, I know STFU life) but it was really nice in that highly romanticized young! new york! experience.
[insert: we didn't look like this]
Saturday was a blerk day.
So that was filled by a haze a sleepiness whilst (<----so english RITE??) I was guzzling down any caffeine drink I could wrap my grubby monkey paws around. But things took a decidedly upward swing when a good friend (from Chicago) came! We watched
The Runaways: The Dakota Fanning Tale of Sapphism, Drugs and Career (Re)Invention.
It was a cute pseudo-gritty pseudo-artsy all angsty story of Joan Jett (the girl from Twilight that always look like she rather be anywhere than where she is at the moment, then leave! be free! that's what I would tell her!) and Cherie Curry (Dakota motherfucking Fanning). Every time they were on screen, so basically for like 2 hrs (was it even 2? it's might been like 1 1/2 for all I know!) it was like oh you are so much more famous for playing with vampires and being a little girl.
AWKward. It was fun.
[insert: lesbionic cybertronic d-d-disco baby]
Then my friend, (oli!) and I got him some pants, went back to my place, then went to a PARTAY. IT'S A PARTY IN THE U.S.GAY. Yeah I went there.
Ironically it wasn't a gay party frownface.
It was fun. I was pleasantly surprised (re: peeing my pants a lil) to see my friend, (l.k.) whom I haven't seen in literally Fo Evz. So that was delightful.
But I was also glad that oli got along with the Oberliners that were throwing the party. Because, it's always tough to interact with people that are constantly making old joke and time specific references and then you end up just kinda standing there drinking until you just starting screaming and screaming and screaming for someone to get you out of there. only me? ok!
But oli was great and OBViously er'body was all like yo friend is awesome. Yes. and Duh.
Then we went back to mine and WINK.
Sunday was also a pleasant day. It was a HOLY-DAZE. Sunday was the day the Jesus was all like so over being dead, it wasn't even funny. And he was like you guys I'm totally back but Earth kinda sux too see ya! So DS7 and KreativeKrisis (emphasis on KRISIS!) went to a gay ole party and had gay ole drinks and talked about how gay we were (well some of us; others like to play pretend) So that was fun.
! yuuuuuuuuup!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
and the sun was all
After a less than exhausting day at werk
< exhaust
I'm back at chez moi; shirtless, pants undone, mustache in full bloom; yes I'm from Oh HI Oh and it shows the most at these moments. TWIIIIST: I'm watching RuPaul Rupaul Race: Start Your RuPauls™.
They are making books n things for this episode.
Which gets me wondering what would my book be called. I only think that because I'm a RAGIN' narcissist. I'm a narwhal narcissist. That could the title:
Narwhal Narcissist: Memoirs of a Something Something Such n' Such
[insert: this is what the cover would look like]
Yes, that is a decapitated narwhal and yes, that is me and yes those are big sunglasses and yes, that picture was taken with my Macbook camera and yes, I wrote a lot of yeses (yesi) to bring awareness to my horrible writing skillz.
This is what the first two sentences of my MEMEiors:
I remember, or at least remember being told that I should remember, that I was with mon pere (french? mon dieu); near some park...near some park, near some handball courts...near some park, near some handball courts, in California just takin a lil' walk. I walked up to a dog (squee) then was bitten on the foot, hard, I was four.
Does that make you want to read it? No? That's what I thought.
and that my friends(?).
is
that
< exhaust
I'm back at chez moi; shirtless, pants undone, mustache in full bloom; yes I'm from Oh HI Oh and it shows the most at these moments. TWIIIIST: I'm watching RuPaul Rupaul Race: Start Your RuPauls™.
They are making books n things for this episode.
Which gets me wondering what would my book be called. I only think that because I'm a RAGIN' narcissist. I'm a narwhal narcissist. That could the title:
Narwhal Narcissist: Memoirs of a Something Something Such n' Such
[insert: this is what the cover would look like]
Yes, that is a decapitated narwhal and yes, that is me and yes those are big sunglasses and yes, that picture was taken with my Macbook camera and yes, I wrote a lot of yeses (yesi) to bring awareness to my horrible writing skillz.
This is what the first two sentences of my MEMEiors:
I remember, or at least remember being told that I should remember, that I was with mon pere (french? mon dieu); near some park...near some park, near some handball courts...near some park, near some handball courts, in California just takin a lil' walk. I walked up to a dog (squee) then was bitten on the foot, hard, I was four.
Does that make you want to read it? No? That's what I thought.
and that my friends(?).
is
that
Sunday, March 21, 2010
bustin' out all over
It's been a crazy beautiful weekend beeotch.
It's been one of those weekends where it's a shame to be inside. So I've been not lazy enough to actually be outside and enjoy the weather! Instead of doing what I'm...doing...right/write now and chilling in the livin' roomz relaxin' on my blog.
So I'm chilling and relaxin' at the same time. I think I'll dub it chillaxin' and that friends is how werds are invented.
[insert: yup]
oh some other asshole invented that? Well that's NEWS TO ME. Nothin' new unda teh sunz. Accept for all the lithe hipsters venturing out in the sun.
Friday night I was all set for staying in and having a good night sleep.
PSYCH
A friend (I guess technically it's more of an acquaintance, since we only met 2 weeks before I moved from Chicago and hung out 1.5 times before I left, and not much talking happened IFFFF youknowwhatImean), was in town and he called (txt'd, whatever) me and asked to hangsies. So we did.
Major queer checklist were hit: Metropolitan and Sugarland. Yes, There are only two major standard checks in this part of town. Welcome. We ran into a mutual friend at metro. This friend of our has the remarkable gift to literally make friends with anyone. Anyone that has ever been born. No matter the disposition, he will be able to make friends with them. It's kind of amazing to watching it happen.
We (I) also saw ED DROSTE from Grizzly Bear™. It was kinda squee worthy. He's also a lot taller then I expected; handsomer too. So that was my Alt Celebrity Sighting™ of the week, ugh fine, of the year.
[insert: deep sea diver]
I got us lost on the way to Sugarland. How? I dunno when it's literally a 10 minute walk from Metro. I'm just an idiot i guess. There was a party going on so lots of queers (not just gay boiz) and dykes. It was awesome.
One of the go-go dancer lit her tassels on fire. ON FUCKING FIRE. Then she twirled them, oh how she twirled them. They were like comets orbiting the planet the were her breasts.
[insert: wheels on fire]
Oh, we ran into some friends of DS7. They tried to take us home with them (because they got kicked out of Sugz) and when we declined they called me fat and my friend a leprechaun.
[insert: Welcome to Brooklyn™.]
AN-E-WHEY
After we danced we ummmm left...sure we'll go with that.
Yesterdaze I went to Prospect Park. It takes about 40 minutes to get there via bus. It's a nice autobus ride. You pass through a Hasidic neighborhood. then a largely AfroCaribbean hoodz. While I was ridin the bus I was noticing how extremely cinematic this stupid city is. Everything; the buildings, the people, the layout everything. No matter there are so many moo-veez about new york.
I went to the park for a Queer Picnic. There was hummus, bread, cheese, fruit and wine for all. It was pretty queer. Many be-tattoed, tank top wearing, cut-off shorts having, big sun glasses rocking queers enjoying the sun.
Heaven.
[insert: prrrrrrrk]
Gave my friend a haircut after that.
Then went home and sleeeeept for like 12 hours. nice. Because I didn't get much sleep friday night. WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK
see what i did there?
I'm currently watching John Tuck Must Die on FX™? while simultaneously watching the BBC special on mammels. David Attenborough(spelling?) can talk me to sleep any time. Put I don't want to see you. Get of my screen now plz thanks.
Penn Badgley is in J T must D, with a horrible haircut; disgusting and long.
I did laundry today. It's awesome and it's sitting on my bed, were it will remain for the foreseeable future. Unless I drunkenly put it away, which is a very real possibility.
happy sunday
It's been one of those weekends where it's a shame to be inside. So I've been not lazy enough to actually be outside and enjoy the weather! Instead of doing what I'm...doing...right/write now and chilling in the livin' roomz relaxin' on my blog.
So I'm chilling and relaxin' at the same time. I think I'll dub it chillaxin' and that friends is how werds are invented.
[insert: yup]
oh some other asshole invented that? Well that's NEWS TO ME. Nothin' new unda teh sunz. Accept for all the lithe hipsters venturing out in the sun.
Friday night I was all set for staying in and having a good night sleep.
PSYCH
A friend (I guess technically it's more of an acquaintance, since we only met 2 weeks before I moved from Chicago and hung out 1.5 times before I left, and not much talking happened IFFFF youknowwhatImean), was in town and he called (txt'd, whatever) me and asked to hangsies. So we did.
Major queer checklist were hit: Metropolitan and Sugarland. Yes, There are only two major standard checks in this part of town. Welcome. We ran into a mutual friend at metro. This friend of our has the remarkable gift to literally make friends with anyone. Anyone that has ever been born. No matter the disposition, he will be able to make friends with them. It's kind of amazing to watching it happen.
We (I) also saw ED DROSTE from Grizzly Bear™. It was kinda squee worthy. He's also a lot taller then I expected; handsomer too. So that was my Alt Celebrity Sighting™ of the week, ugh fine, of the year.
[insert: deep sea diver]
I got us lost on the way to Sugarland. How? I dunno when it's literally a 10 minute walk from Metro. I'm just an idiot i guess. There was a party going on so lots of queers (not just gay boiz) and dykes. It was awesome.
One of the go-go dancer lit her tassels on fire. ON FUCKING FIRE. Then she twirled them, oh how she twirled them. They were like comets orbiting the planet the were her breasts.
[insert: wheels on fire]
Oh, we ran into some friends of DS7. They tried to take us home with them (because they got kicked out of Sugz) and when we declined they called me fat and my friend a leprechaun.
[insert: Welcome to Brooklyn™.]
AN-E-WHEY
After we danced we ummmm left...sure we'll go with that.
Yesterdaze I went to Prospect Park. It takes about 40 minutes to get there via bus. It's a nice autobus ride. You pass through a Hasidic neighborhood. then a largely AfroCaribbean hoodz. While I was ridin the bus I was noticing how extremely cinematic this stupid city is. Everything; the buildings, the people, the layout everything. No matter there are so many moo-veez about new york.
I went to the park for a Queer Picnic. There was hummus, bread, cheese, fruit and wine for all. It was pretty queer. Many be-tattoed, tank top wearing, cut-off shorts having, big sun glasses rocking queers enjoying the sun.
Heaven.
[insert: prrrrrrrk]
Gave my friend a haircut after that.
Then went home and sleeeeept for like 12 hours. nice. Because I didn't get much sleep friday night. WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK
see what i did there?
I'm currently watching John Tuck Must Die on FX™? while simultaneously watching the BBC special on mammels. David Attenborough(spelling?) can talk me to sleep any time. Put I don't want to see you. Get of my screen now plz thanks.
Penn Badgley is in J T must D, with a horrible haircut; disgusting and long.
I did laundry today. It's awesome and it's sitting on my bed, were it will remain for the foreseeable future. Unless I drunkenly put it away, which is a very real possibility.
happy sunday
Monday, March 15, 2010
might as well
Buy a ticket to California, which is what I did.
Sure, I have other bills to pay, but you know, buy it while the buyin' is good?
Yeah, we'll go with that.
[insert: califoooooornia here we coooooooooooooooooome]
But this is far in the future; in JULY! So while I'll feel the pinch now, once July rolls around Future Me™ will think Past Me™ was pretty smart. Pretty...pretty clever.
So soon, but not too soon, one of my besties on the enetz and I will be hangin' out on the West Coast.
West Coast: Best Coast?
East Coast: Yeast Coast?
So that's the what the future looks like or maybe it'll look like this.
[insert: scarepocalypse now!]
I was pretty tired for most of the day today. I came home and laid in bed with my mind on my money and my money on my mind. I also watched Arrested Development.
So good.
cornballing piece of sh*t
Sure, I have other bills to pay, but you know, buy it while the buyin' is good?
Yeah, we'll go with that.
[insert: califoooooornia here we coooooooooooooooooome]
But this is far in the future; in JULY! So while I'll feel the pinch now, once July rolls around Future Me™ will think Past Me™ was pretty smart. Pretty...pretty clever.
So soon, but not too soon, one of my besties on the enetz and I will be hangin' out on the West Coast.
West Coast: Best Coast?
East Coast: Yeast Coast?
So that's the what the future looks like or maybe it'll look like this.
[insert: scarepocalypse now!]
I was pretty tired for most of the day today. I came home and laid in bed with my mind on my money and my money on my mind. I also watched Arrested Development.
So good.
cornballing piece of sh*t
Saturday, July 18, 2009
mira hombre
non recap post because i'm lazay
It's summer and i just realized it, I guess?
Evz, KreativeKrisis et moi are totez hostin' a bbq.
LAST WEEKEND.
Sadly, our bbq'z got canceled because er'body was too into bbqin' and are not lazy lazy people like us and probably got up early, like 9,(how is 9 considered early? when you don't have to sleep off a hangover/are just to sleepy! it is, what a sad sad state we live in as young people). So we improved which is also what young people do! so we had a lil cookin' at our place but we hung out on our roof. so while we didn't technically BBQ we did have fun cooking, hosting, and more importantly drinking in the middle of the day in a socially acceptable environment.
After we had a sojourn to the waterfront and watched the Dirty Projectors. The waterfront was PACKED so we decided to be lazy (THEME), and just sit in the grass and listened to them.
They
Were
Awesome.
There's something nice about cooking out and watching a live show outside, it's tempting to wax all poetical about it. It just reminds me of my childhoods filled with park picnics and music playing loudly from the boombox. Even though that maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe happened like 6 times from the time i was born till now. And even then I'm probably just creating false memoriez from various televsion and movie picnic.
culture robot!
So that was last weekend.
THIS WEEKEND
lolc*nt, DS7 and I all hung out. We basically had dinner. They had burgerzzzz
I had a milkshake!
Needless to say it didn't bring any boiz to my yard. I don't even have a yard!
then we had some drizzies and had nice long chat at a bar. It was fun bar talk that took a turn for the sentimental, as many bar talks will turn into (I lurv u gu'zzzzzz ya the bes') but thank G, it went back to funny/snarky/snide, so it was a'ight.
The next day DS7, lolc*nt and I HAD ANOTHER BBQ
SQUEEEEEEEE
This time we used lolc*nt's momma's hizzy. we also had pie!
and on the seventh day warbles n' I went to the waterfront once again.
We say the Black Lips, but were jipped outa Trail of Dead Concert. Thanks a lot God! Right as they were done setting up there was lightening. See even God doesn't like hipsters
NO ONE DOES.
The Black Lips portion was fun. Near the end kids started to get stupid. Which is my favorite part of the show. lot's of stage diving and dancing. The lead singer did something like stage walking? He had peeps in the audy, hold his legs up and standing and playing the guitarrrrrr.
good for him.
And then the lightening came, and on the walk back to warbles apty, we got rained on. hard.
and now, now I'm filled with the crushin crushin monotony of the week.
great.
It's summer and i just realized it, I guess?
Evz, KreativeKrisis et moi are totez hostin' a bbq.
LAST WEEKEND.
Sadly, our bbq'z got canceled because er'body was too into bbqin' and are not lazy lazy people like us and probably got up early, like 9,(how is 9 considered early? when you don't have to sleep off a hangover/are just to sleepy! it is, what a sad sad state we live in as young people). So we improved which is also what young people do! so we had a lil cookin' at our place but we hung out on our roof. so while we didn't technically BBQ we did have fun cooking, hosting, and more importantly drinking in the middle of the day in a socially acceptable environment.
After we had a sojourn to the waterfront and watched the Dirty Projectors. The waterfront was PACKED so we decided to be lazy (THEME), and just sit in the grass and listened to them.
They
Were
Awesome.
There's something nice about cooking out and watching a live show outside, it's tempting to wax all poetical about it. It just reminds me of my childhoods filled with park picnics and music playing loudly from the boombox. Even though that maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe happened like 6 times from the time i was born till now. And even then I'm probably just creating false memoriez from various televsion and movie picnic.
culture robot!
So that was last weekend.
THIS WEEKEND
lolc*nt, DS7 and I all hung out. We basically had dinner. They had burgerzzzz
I had a milkshake!
Needless to say it didn't bring any boiz to my yard. I don't even have a yard!
then we had some drizzies and had nice long chat at a bar. It was fun bar talk that took a turn for the sentimental, as many bar talks will turn into (I lurv u gu'zzzzzz ya the bes') but thank G, it went back to funny/snarky/snide, so it was a'ight.
The next day DS7, lolc*nt and I HAD ANOTHER BBQ
SQUEEEEEEEE
This time we used lolc*nt's momma's hizzy. we also had pie!
and on the seventh day warbles n' I went to the waterfront once again.
We say the Black Lips, but were jipped outa Trail of Dead Concert. Thanks a lot God! Right as they were done setting up there was lightening. See even God doesn't like hipsters
NO ONE DOES.
The Black Lips portion was fun. Near the end kids started to get stupid. Which is my favorite part of the show. lot's of stage diving and dancing. The lead singer did something like stage walking? He had peeps in the audy, hold his legs up and standing and playing the guitarrrrrr.
good for him.
And then the lightening came, and on the walk back to warbles apty, we got rained on. hard.
and now, now I'm filled with the crushin crushin monotony of the week.
great.
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