crash test darling

today i'm listening to: the whigs - hundred million

aaaaaaaaand

mark ronson & the business intl.

genius. 

"lose it in the end" and "the bike song" shoulda coulda woulda also be downloaded.


aaaaaaaand...
ghost of the saber toothed tiger (GOASTT)- jardin du luxembourg

genius begets genius.

their "lavender road" is also a treat.

this is sean lennon's band, if you hadn't heard. super great and amazing.

muchos.

that's what i've been tryin' to say...
(note the author's name, die.)

this happens.

pardon me while i lose myself.

banksy.

float away.

coerce me into treason

where sense refuses to meet.

let my skinned knees lose reflex

unhook shins from two left feet.

bury me among quick-witted strangers

put a fucking smile on my face.

when she's left to her own devices

she bathes in forgotten miracles and poor taste.

-tm

how i love BOOKS!

no, but seriously. 

"how did you get this far?"

"one day i decided to rule the world."

i disco.

soooooo finally-

i've come out of hiding...

sorry i haven't written all week, i've been busy falling off the face of the earth...
i've gotten off work at 10 PM every day so far, but it's all copasetic because my job is pretty darn neat. neat-o and terrific.

i started this blog to keep everyone up to date on my life, especially because i knew i was getting this heavily amazing/heavily time-consuming job... i thought it would be a good way to keep my loved ones informed since i'd be a bit less available. 

i started spilling all the details but then i stopped when i realized that it's gonna be really hard to write any of this without sounding like a braggy little twat.


a braggy little name-dropping twat.


so i'm at a weird fork in the road (or spork, if you'd prefer). it is impossible to tell you about my day or week without name-droppping the hell out of you... mainly because i only deal with sorta crazy things. i'm so excited i want to write a tell-all but it just ends up sounding like "eddie murphy this, russell simmons that. lady gaga blah blah. and then i did this with this famous person, etc." and it's pretty unattractive.


i just don't want to end up sounding like i think i'm cool... because we all know i'm not actually all that cool.

THIS IS NOT HOW YOU SHAKE A PARADE.

and i would say "oh- i'll just write about the things i'm dealing with that don't constitute a bragfest"
but... i don't really have any of those things. pfffff.


i've been passing the time with photos and my poetry but lord knows, i'm not here to bore you with my nothings.


and i'm ceraintly not here to go all hollywood schmooze-fest on your ass.

i guess it just comes down to this:
i'm gonna know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, and know when i'm gonna piss off my friends.


so i'm folding for now.

but remember:
-soylent green IS people.
-don't let the man get you down. unless it's a boogie down... then GO AHEAD AND GET DOWN, GIRL! you better work!
-music will make you happy.
-never hit a soft 17.
-please stop wearing those bras with clear straps and pretending it's a strapless bra. i'm not squinting to see if there is strap there or not- i SEE THE STRAP and i'm catching a glare from the overhead lighting.
-winners keepers, losers weepers.
-a little leopard print never hurt anybody.
-chicken soup really is good for the soul. especially the homemade kind.
-if you win the lottery, don't. tell. anyone.
-dressing like a hooker only makes you look "hot" to nerds... and other hookers.
-acting like a hooker only makes you look cool to people with low self-esteem, such as yourself.
-no one can ruin your life but you.
-no one can make your dreams come true, too, but you.

so go do big things.

(that's the anthem. get your damn hands up.)

merrily merrily merrily merrily
life is but a dream.

"a man is but the product of his thoughts. what he thinks, he becomes." -ghandi

xoxo. -tory

tuna fish.

today i am listening to: the heavy- how you like me now?

pretty serious jam out session to that song.

you should probably get all of their music if you don't have it. their song sixteen is also a treasure.


speaking of treasures...
i am having a diamond-studded day
because i finally got the job offer!!!!!!!!!!!!
woo. hoo.
I am now officially the assistant curator of the GRAMMY museum.
check---> us out

i want to die/live forever.

i didn't blog over the weekend because abe lincoln went missing and reappeared late night saturday all beat up. indeed, abe got in a cat fight while living a life of organized crime and returned home with a barrage of injuries.


really badass, yes. but i caused me a lot of worry and money and now i have to give him medicine twice a day while he tries to claw my eyes out.


but he is safe and healing.
so that is great news.

last thursday my friend VINCENT asked me to dedicate a blog entry to him. how can i deny such a wonderous fellow a blog shout-out?


i simply can not.

this photo was taken immediately before vinny broke my camera
by way of flinging it across the club.
camera insurance was a really good call when you have friends like mine.

let me paint a picture of the fellow for those of you who haven't had the distinct pleasure of meeting this honorable young buck.

above is from my alice in wonderland-themed birthday party last year. vinny not only came dressed for a mad tea party, but really made use of the teapots full of alcohol and the recreationable badminton offerings, as you can see by the liquor spilled down his shirt.

below, vinny is seen in a pre-game team photo hitting a fellow croquet competitor over the head with his mallet:

he is the picture of true sportsmanship.

easter 2010. made a tin foil tanning apparatus.

vinny refers to me as "talluah". i don't know quite how this began but it is pretty impressive to remember a nickname created blacked out at 3 AM at the castle.
kudos to team tuna/tallulah.

tuna & tallulah.

tuna gave me a lolli.

as you can see, the man is indefatigable.
vincent is most lovably referred to as "vinny" but more widely recognized as "the tuna" or "tuna fresh".
sometimes i personally like to use the phrase "vinny fish sandwich" which is ultimately appropriate, as i assume he is best served with mayonnaise on white bread.







below you will see a bluefin tuna:

he is basically my favorite thing in the world.


proof of my love for vinny was the evening he decided to call me from his homestead in portland oregon, and told me to google map the town and direct him to anywhere i wanted him to go. he would then send a video of himself causing a raccous in said location.
this is a very fun game.
if you've never played it, message me and i will send you vinny's number.


and yes, he does resemble actor mike starr:

and recently cut his hair like this, for kicks:

here are some much prettier photos:

i miss the boyfriend. i ordered thai food instead of going out to celebrate my new fancy job :/

oh well, three more weeks and he's home.

hopefully i'll be up to my knee bones in creativity and stuff to do.

i'll let you guys know how the first day goes tomorrow.

until then-

it's backflips, burgers, and butterflies in my stomach...

"maybe i'll never die, i'll just keep growing younger with you... and you'll grow younger too. now it seems too lovely to be true. but you know- THE BEST THINGS ALWAYS DO. let's pretend we don't exist." -of montreal

xoxo. -tory

magic school bus.

today i am listening to: the decemberists -los angeles, i'm yours

in honor of my return back to the city of all the angels (and some of the sinners, too).

and it rings true: los angeles, i am most certainly yours. and will never leave you.

(talk about commitment.)

how HOT are these school-bus-flavored snapshots?

hot tamale is correct.

take me to the backseat and show me show it's done...

this shot is perfect.

school buses are so hot right now apparently...
as afrojack's single from last summer is currently on repeat in my ipod and the music video brings sex appeal to the big yellow bus from our youth as well:

plus, i just can't imagine it gets much better than cheerleaders in mohawks. actually i'm pretty certain it doesn't.

and how gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous is eva simmons? a bit unfair, but i'll accept it since i get to watch her sing & dance whenever my internet access is up to the challenge.

"i can resist everything except temptation"

- oscar wilde

home sweet hollywood.

dream. bedroom.
perhaps best of all time.
(notice the headboard.)

um. the mismatched chairs
are SO WELL DONE HERE.
i love me some mismatch.

abe lincoln's distant relative.

(i miss the way you kiss my ankles.)

but

instead of being a sniffling, whiny girl

who misses the boyfriend,

i've decided to say...

don't be sad, sniffle-plum:

in AWESOME news.... guess who's getting drug tested today so they can begin working next week? i get the official offer after i pass the drug test, but here's the link to the job description: assistant curator of the GRAMMY museum

after a long delay...

i should find out this week if i get it...

DREAMS ARE COMIN' TRUE PEOPLE!!

there will finally be an announcement when all is said and done and offered and signed and i will get rowdy about it, i'm sure.

things are getting FUCKING LEGIT over here.

finally.

in prettier news-

CHECK out how pretty luisa beccaria got with her spring collection:

this dress is unfair.
i need it.

i'm such a sucker for a jumper.

these dresses and i are dating.

ok i can finally breathe again.

that was too good.

take me to a beach town and let me wear you, luisa. your clothes are pretty and i want to drink mimosas in them.

today is really. such. a. good. day.

doin' it. fuck yes.

"the future you see

is

the future you get"

-robert allen

xoxo. -tory