I ADMIT IT I LOVE THE DONNAS.

Uhhh, in this video they push a dude down the stairs. One word: Bitchin'.

Business in the Front, Party in the Back, Fugly All Around.

Man do you ever see someone with a she-mullet and wonder what the hell was going through their minds at the hairdresser?

"Yes, I'd....hmmm.....let's see.....could you, uh......make me look like Billy Ray Cyrus circa 1991? Great."

I would have posted visual aides for you guys, but I forgot my phone at home and was therefore unable to sneakily take any pictures of the offending bus patron.*

*Okay, you got me-I have no idea how I'd get a picture off my phone and on to here. Hell, I don't even know how to really take a picture with my phone. But if I did, you'd better believe I'd have some pretty awesome mullet shots all up ons this shit.

Ew.

Ok God, I know you're all pissy at me and stuff, what with all the tattoos and pre-marital sex and not going to services on high holidays, but seriously could you stop it with the enormous gross centipedes that have invaded my apartment? I spent all last night in fear of one of those things crawling up my pant leg, a rolled up magazine in hand in case I needed to do some impromptu squishing.

I've seen "The 10 Commandments". I know how you roll. You're all about punishing with giant insects. I'm not really that bad a person, though, so if you could please abstain from sending any more plagues down unto me, I'd really appreciate it.

love,
Me.

*upper left: C'mon, God, this is totally uncalled for.

Bwahahahahaha

Hah. Men.

p.s. BAM!

Bah.

Ok so I know I was all "wah wah I'm not posting on this blog because it's always too sad". Well, fuck that. The whole point of the internet is that it's super-easy to totally become a completely different person than you are in real life (I mean, we've all seen Datelines "To Catch a Predator", Right? Enough said). Basically I'm letting you guys in on all of the non-sad things I come across on a daily basis. You know, forcing my sometimes obscure and twisted and inaccessible music tastes and sense of humor on other people. It's what I do best, really. If you want to see the melancholy me you can come to my apartment on a Wednesday night after I've watched that scene in "Say Anything" where Diane comes to see Lloyd at kickboxing practice and he gets all distracted and accidentally gets punched in the face and then they tearfully profess their love for one another; I'll be the one in sweatpants, clutching a 2-liter of Diet Coke.*

With that said, today I found this totally awesome podcast which is pretty much an hour of rare Afghan Whigs/Twilight Singers tracks, hosted by Scott Ford, the Bassist for the TS. The rest of the site is sprinkled with neat-o mp3s and interviews and podcasts and etc. Some might say I'm a little obsessed with Greg Dulli, but he is my green eggs and ham rockstar crush. I would screw him in a plane, I would screw him on a train-you get the idea.**

*I swear to god I'm not really that pathetic, it was just super rainy outside and I was too tired from working out to do anything but lay on my couch. Plus, when the call of John Cusack beckons you, you cannot say no.
**Greg, if you're reading this, the offer is always on the table. I'm young and cute, ideal groupie material.

Oh, One More Thing Before I Go

A fantastic Twilight Singers track, a live version of "The Killer" plus a cover of TV on the Radio's "Wolf Like Me".

If I Leave Without You, Would It Work Out Somehow?

I've noticed lately that most of posts on this thing have a tendency to either be depressing or angry. Since I don't want to subject my readers (all three of you) to that kind of bullshit, I'm not going to post anything until I can figure out how to make this blog less of a downer.

Keep checking back, though. I'm sure I'll fix things eventually.

-S.