busy busy busy

the past few weeks have been hectic, this past weekend being most insane. i was hardly at home at all. i have been celebrating quitting my job!!! i haven't touched my guitar in days, and today i've been scrambling to complete my homework, which is due tomorrow. ah, procrastination. some things never change.

did you know

there's a plaza downtown called the 'people with aids' plaza. how very eloquent.

passes out and snores.

i love all my guy friends

seriously, you all should record a message for me a la motivational tape for me to go to sleep listening to every night. thanks for ruling so hard.

on a completely related note, i saw carlos d walking his dog today. it is beyond me how someone can look so constipated all the fucking time. please, someone throw some ex-lax onto the stage next time they play.

i love these

some ecards

oh yeah

and some cunt stole my hoodie last night. curses. i wrote an mc, i did.

To: Sticky Fingers at Ben Sherman tonight - w4w (SoHo)

Thanks for stealing my goodie bag, which had my hoodie in it. Obviously, you couldn't contain yourself against a Bass pint glass and a Filter mag. ohmyogd free stuff! Why so desperate? I know you know it wasn't yours. Enjoy the hoodie, bitch.

i think

i slayed one of my demons tonight. cheers, motherfuckers!

gross gross gross gross

i despise dreds



these ones look all plaited. many fashion disasters last night, much errant flesh...

amadeo pace must be the only man who can not only pull off wearing a vest, but make it look hot. i hate vests. on a related note, i love when they do this although it makes me feel like a voyeur.



sonic fucking is the only description i can think of. saw them and arcade fire 2 nights ago. 2 excellent shows. how very lucky i am.

the best message i've received all day

gonna run now, but lets hang this weekend. or i'll bite your penis. IM me tomorrow!

i started bawling at this outfit as soon as i saw it. everything is wrong. i'm stealing this from mapletits.

uh.. um..

i think i knocked my guitar over last night when i got home, wasted. at first i thought the cat did it, but today it seems kind of heavy for him to knock over. the knobs and rivets(?) are all off. oh dear...

errant flesh

so i got back from coachella yesterday morning. it was a loooong adventure. we started off at the filter pre-party, where the shuttle picked us up in front of the casino i stayed at 2 years ago (aww, matty).



the scene.



a typical, ridiculous LA girl.



these guys were screenprinting free t-shirts. after waiting for an hour, v and i had to go through with it and get one. we waited TWO AND A HALF hours. and the front of mine is screwed up. waiting in the insanity left me needing to pee like never before . i was in such intense pain, and almost started crying when i found out there were 3 bathrooms, total. i considered squatting in the shrubbery a few times, but it wasn't dense enough, dark enough, and there were too many people.



i tried to talk nb into buying some tussy (it didn't smell bad), but she wasn't having any of it.



the scene at the music loves fashion pool party.



the obligatory uber-hipsters.





i could totally see this guy's ween! eurotrash...



a tent and some food stalls in vip. note the headband, which were ubiquitous. do not like, do not want. i wanted to snap them like you snap a bra strap. ding! anything in there? also seen - and disliked - high-waisted mom shorts. we saw way too much inner butt cheek!



this is where we could be found every night.



of course there was at least one keffiyeh.



the sun sets on day one.



they had some bizarre chandeliers going on in the pleb dining area.



i totally fell in love with this little guy. look at his badass headphones!



i took this picture of kevin barnes without realizing who he was until he turned around.



coppers enjoy playing galaga.



the boss cabana party. check out the thing that shades your head. i wish all lounge chairs had those. smart.



this guy caught me snapping him reading nylon!





!!!, the only band i got up close and in the crowd for.



juuuust kidding! nb and i got mf backstage for a few hours sunday night. we caught lily allen and ratatat from stage-side. it was hot as balls, but awesome!





the mojave tent from the other side.



ratatat.



and their crowd.



oh hey, cory.



some super shitty drama ended the night. this is the scene as me and v wait by the car after speedwalking around damn near the entire polo field. it pretty much sums up how i felt.





after one last mexican feast, me and nb had a fancypants drink at the hollywood roosevelt.

seen: lohan, drunk tara reid being led by her friend, cisco and his balls, tommy lee, jessica alba, scott speedman (yum yum), cobrasnake and his troll, and various musicians who were playing.

do you like the subject? it's a phrase i came up with over the weekend to describe all the things i didn't want to be seeing that were all hanging out there.