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