destroy what

i've listened to the destroyer album that everyone seems to be wetting themselves over... i don't get it. maybe after another 10 listens? i made minx a mix last week featuring good american bands of days past, and some australian ones thrown in as well. total goodies but oldies. minx had no idea about older american music, so i decided to shed some light. it's in no way complete and i left off some of the more obvious bands. there's so much more i wanted to put on it, but alas! i only took one blank cd from work.

Come Home Baby Julie, Come Home 5:53 The American Analog Set
The Plan 3:29 Built to Spill Keep it Like a Secret
Future 5:12 Cut Copy Bright Like Neon Love
Forget the Swan 5:13 Dinosaur Jr Dinosaur
Smothered In Hugs 3:00 Guided By Voices Bee Thousand
Lucky Denver Mint 3:49 Jimmy Eat World Clarity
Believe in What You Want 3:08 Jimmy Eat World Clarity
6'1" 3:06 Liz Phair Exile in Guyville
Redhead 4:27 Magic Dirt Magic Dirt
That's When I Reach for My Revolver 3:58 Mission of Burma Mission of Burma
Touch Me I'm Sick 2:36 Mudhoney Superfuzz Bigmuff (Plus Early Singles)
Cut Your Hair 3:06 Pavement Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain
Spit on a Stranger 3:04 Pavement Terror Twilight
Penelope 4:46 Pinback Blue Screen Life
Tripoli 4:30 Pinback Pinback
(I'm) Stranded 3:32 Saints (I'm) Stranded
Afternoon Speaker 4:18 The Sea And Cake Oui
Spitfire 3:10 Spinanes Manos Rock
Pure 3:11 Triplefastaction Cattlemen Don't
Hey, Come On 3:01 Verbena Souls for Sale

what would you have left off/put on?

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why is it that people prefer to text above anything else now? yeah it's useful when you're trying to find your friends in a loud bar... but i would much rather talk to someone for 2 minutes and settle plans than text back and forth for a fucking half hour. what is the obsession? i hardly use my minutes anymore b/c i'm always responding to texts. why have people created a bubble where they don't even have to talk to someone else anymore? it's all iming, emailing, texting, taptaptapping away.

this is my 100th post - hooray!

boycott call #2

now in effect against tile bar. last night the bartender ripped me bigtime. never in my life, no matter how wasted i've been, has a bartender ripped me off. i may have been drunk, but i knew exactly what was in my wallet. i'm disgusted.

i've been experiencing bad agita today. agitaaaa.

my prized text from last night:

i want chocolate peanut butter bomb more than sex.

this is so cute it hurts.

curling??

can someone explain what this is? i'm too lazy to google myself, but it sure looks funny.



i've been insanely productive this weekend. who knew you could accomplish so much if you got up before 2! i've been doing so much it's almost like i've taken a ritalin or something.

here's a good link to start the week.

this is the suck

i've been up since seven, yet rolled into the office just now at 10. my ability to waste time astounds even me. i am a pro. i mostly lay in bed (wide awake!) thinking about how miserable i felt. i am depriving myself of sleep on purpose. last night i watched the tyra banks show to try to stay awake. or i tried to watch it. it was just too painful. so to anyone i will see in the next 2 weeks, i apologize in advance for being bitchy. i don't hate you, promise.

fashion weak!

last week's festivities were dutifully captured by my new exilim.



the face is a little lohohan, a little debbie harry... but the dress! good god. i think i had a pencil case in the 3rd grade with that pattern.



this twat stole my friend's drink, which i don't take kindly to. she's really kind of awfully gross.



does the world really need k fed imitators?



no commentary necessary.



OHMYGOD! AHH, LIKE OHMYGOD!



the asian dorksquad has taken over. girl farthest to right - fancy dress, combat boots, and ugly hat do not compute. perhaps the female version of tamponhead.



check out this fantasmagoric trifecta. tomato-boy had anchors on his sweater. i bet anything girlfriend on the left couldn't sit the entire night. lastly, a note to all girls. do not wear skinny jeans if they're going to make your ass look big!



a scene of desperation. no cab for us.


this made me laugh.

fuck. ing. hell.

i got home yesterday to find my bathroom ceiling had collapsed. i've got a gaping 4-foot hole in my ceiling, and it is not fun.





not a happy bathroom.



cold. wet. smelly. dirty.

suck.

hmm...

i wonder if i could expense a cabride home tonight for my drunk ass. free booze tastes all that much better when it's at a place where bottled beers are $8 and a SPRITE goes for $4.

the boot brigade

there is something so ridiculious, to me, about seeing a group of 4 girls walking down the street, or in a bar, all wearing knee-high boots. it. looks. retarded. it's fine for whatever reason if they're all wearing jeans, but boots? nooo.

ok, ok

i gave into the hype and listened to the arctic monkeys. they're good. they deserve it.

my body hurts from a rollicking saturday night. i'm getting old.

you know what's weird? going to your myspace page and discovering a song has been added. i must have added it when i was in a sleeping pill-induced faze. i think this is when i also tried to change my gmail password. ops.