automatic supersonic

three things to start off with:
$ max and reggie got the apartment and i'm there RIGHT NOW
$ i got ysl parisienne and i cannot stop smelling my wrist goddamn
$ i pretty much had 7-up and sour punch straws for breakfast

um anyway right now i'm listening to lazer sword's blapfuture megamixes, sitting on the floor being really hungry, and waiting for liana, ben, and marina to come over so they can drop acid or something. i don't know where reggie went and max gets off work in an hour and i really love this shirt:

aw

a supermarket in california

sour punch straws have become a big part of my diet over the past couple of weeks - fuck, one of the few parts of my diet. the london food pyramid is like this: cigarettes on the bottom, then sour punch straws, then fruit juice, then at the top are poke-in-the-eyes (a piece of bread with a hole cut out of the center and replaced with an egg and cooked in a pan; max makes it for breakfast sometimes). oh fuckkk i just remembered that i wanted to go to yoga today. goddamn it. even though i've (accidentally) been treating my body like a refuse bin lately i still kinda care.

tomorrow max and reggie find out if they got the apartment. i'm so excited that i went to ross a few hours ago. prior to this trip, i hated ross. half of their inventory always seems to be on the floor and having to wade through a sea of drooling, spinning children is not my thing, either. however, they have cheap shit, so i decided to suck it up and go to one recently opened near my house. it was awesome! i stuck to the housewares section so i didn't have to deal with piles of tank tops or kids. the stuff ross carries is incredible - thirty drinking glasses for $14.99! 16-piece dinner set for $15.99! high school musical comforters! woks! ceramic pears! betty boop soap dispensers! ED HARDY WINE GLASSES! they also had some candy but food at bargain stores freak me out.

every time i come to my blog i check out the counter at the bottom and the number always surprises me. who the fuck reads this? i've got ghost followers, i guess. say somethinggg!

okay phillip lim is speaking at lacma tomorrow (thx mara) and i want to get to bed early so i can have time to think about my outfit a little more and, um, not be late. impossible. a tiny list before i go:

gotta buy
$ replacement black leggings
$ ysl parisienne eau de parfum
$ virgin coconut oil

human amusement at hourly rates

i've spent the better part of my night listening to guided by voices while eating chicken alfredo and reading slavoj zizek's twitter - which is, of course, amazing.

he also asked me if i wanted to help him sell electronics

yesterday i met an iranian jew from new york - accompanied by the cutest, most obedient dog - who believed that he was being possessed by a female alien. when asked why he thought she was female, he responded, "because she never stops talking!" burn.

also i was so tempted to ask if he lived in queens. racial profiling?

WAIT AND ALSO he asked if i knew "the secret of persian girls." what

i'm devoting my day to wearing heels and finding a guy wearing ysl homme cologne.

sigh

"Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other."

I MISS IAN

this little spot of sunshine is at nyu right now and i miss the fuck out of him. i reallllllllly wish he was going to be here for halloween at least so we can get really drunk and scream things at calartians but you can't always get what you want, you know?

original gangsta

i've decided that i'm going to spend the rest of my life in these see by chloe pants (i don't fuck with the stirrup straps, though).

p.s. if you're into photography (lol) get up on that monster children issue number 23: the photo issue - featuring some pretty dope photo websites, an interview with a guy about his crown victoria, a photograph of some stubbed-out gauloise blondes (mmm), and kate moss' nipple.

ATTN: WEIRDOS OF THE WORLD

do not ask to kiss my hand because the answer from now on is no

that's pretty much all i have to say right aside from "i'm fucking exhausted" and "real post later, probably sunday"

crank dat

between your ear and the other ear

booksssss
$ younger than jesus published by steidl for the new museum
$ the book of genesis: illustrated by r. crumb
$ the best american comics 2009 edited by charles burns

so far: younger than jesus (the companion book to the new museum's exhibit of the same name, wherein all artists exhibited were born in or after 1975) is really interesting, i haven't started the book of genesis yet, and i don't understand why i even buy the best american comics year after year.

speaking of, ucla is going crumb-crazy over the next month, apparently: "the bible illuminated: r. crumb's book of genesis" exhibit opens at the hammer on the 24th, r. crumb speaks at royce hall on the 29th, and the hammer screens crumb on november 3rd. i'm currently undecided as to whether this is a good thing.

also, the louvre is getting a mcdonald's.

is pizza

we are 13 years old and we don't give a fuck

also (and i found this on spencer's facebook), why is the denny's allnighter website SO GOOD?

from "Siesta in Xbalba" by Allen Ginsberg

Dreaming back I saw
an eternal kodachrome
souvenir of a gathering
of souls at a party,
crowded in an oval flash:
cigarettes, suggestions,
laughter in drunkeness,
broken sweet conversation,
acquaintance in the halls,
faces posed together,
stylized gestures
odd familiar visages
and singular recognitions
that registered indifferent
greeting across time:
Anson reading Horace
with a rolling head,
white-handed Hohnsbean
camping gravely
with an absent glance,
bald Kingsland drinking
out of a huge glass,
Dusty in a party dress,
Durgin in white shoes
gesturing from a chair,
Keck in a corner waiting
for subterranean music,
Helen Parker lifting
her hands in surprise:
all posturing in one frame,
superficially gay
or tragic as may be,
illumed with the fatal
character and intelligent
actions of their lives.

"analogous to the hip-hop version of the departed: filled with virtuosic star-studded performances, heavily indebted to asian cinema, and tweaking rather than transforming a timeless aesthetic."
- jeff weiss of the los angeles times on raekwon's recently released album, only built 4 cuban linx...part ii

well, the blueprint 3 is more or less a disappointment but at least only built 4 cuban linx...part ii is really good.