nah

okay i'm taking time out of my having a shitty week to let you know that lil' kim has a new song called "download" featuring t-pain and not only is it about the fucking internet, she sings using auto-tune. wtf? i used to like lil' kim but now she's just a black amanda lepore doing the same stupid trendy shit as everyone else.

i am fucking tired.

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

today i woke up with my second hangover ever. i went to bed at about four thirty in the morning, woke up several times (needing water, pulling the comforter from cheyne, going to the bathroom twenty million times), and then had to wake up at about nine forty-five so cheyne could take me home before he went to his internship. basically i spent the day in my darkened room drinking water and juice while watching barefoot contessa. fuck hangovers. the last one i had was spent in a messy, hot, bright dorm room where there was also nothing to drink. hellish. anyway i did get to see lily today! she's post-sinus surgery so she's got these tampons (pretty much) stuck up her nose and wears gauze over her entire nose which sort of makes her look like a bunny. she's in some pain buttttt i think the surgery was a success! she can smell better now, even with tampons in her nose, so that's a good sign. i'm glad it finally happened because her doctor's been dicking her around about her sinus problems for quite some time now.

i'm going to bed soon. there's some hangover residue still lingering about i guess. plus i'm wearing this hoodie that smells like he was drenched in perfume and it's making my throat itch but is also making me sleeeeeeeeeepy.

boringgg

i want a cigarette and plantains but i'm lazy so neither of those things will be happening for a while.

yesterday the guy at l.a. burger told me that i was his favorite neighbor. awww.

a #1 with just sauce and pickles & a 7-up

i miss in-n-out burger...and i live less than ten minutes away from one. tragic.

oh maggie just reminded me: 10th anniversary of the room tonight! down.

OH MY GOD

this dude has panels from chris ware's jimmy corrigan: the smartest boy on earth tattooed on his torso HOLY SHIT

from the beretta

last night cheyne and i saw dj skeet skeet, the captain, star eyes, ac slater, and drop the lime at the echo. it was a trouble & bass/scion record release show and it was bomb. it's a good sign when all of the djs stick around and are dancing on stage behind whoever's currrently djing. also i was wearing this poofy ass mbmj dress so while i was dancing it was swaying all over the fucking place. ha. oh god and speaking of clothes, I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF FEDORAS, especially the dreaded flannel + fedora combo. orrrrr fedora+white alexander wang-esque tank+leggings+chunky heels. god talk about beating a dead horse. i just don't get how some people are so down to jump on every trend's bandwagon, especially because when it's finally fucking over you'll have a closet full of shit you never really liked in the first place. bummer.

ROLLIN' BALLS

edgafc

just sayin'

oh my god i've been watching "wedding central" on we (WOMEN'S ENTERTAINMENT) for the past fifteen minutes. i was just sort of squinting at the screen for a while until i realized what i was watching. awful.

i had a really, really weird weekend which just put into perspective how much change this year has involved, and it's only half over. fucking christ.

i'm baking a peach pie this week and cheyne's going to cook dinner when i do. i think it's kind of wonderful that he cooks and i bake.

from Miss Lonelyhearts

"Perhaps I can make you understand. Let's start from the beginning. A man is hired to give advice to the readers of a newspaper. The job is a circulation stunt and the whole staff considers it a joke. He welcomes the job, for it might lead to a gossip column, and anyway he's tired of being a leg man. He too considers the job a joke, but after several months at it, the joke begins to escape him. He sees that the majority of the letters are profoundly humble pleas for moral and spiritual advice, that they are inarticulate expressions of genuine suffering. He also discovers that his correspondents take him seriously. For the first time in his life, he is forced to examine the values by which he lives. This examination shows him that he is the victim of the joke and not its perpetrator."

i just can't get you outta my head

i can't stop listening to "river deep, mountain high" sung by tina turner and produced by phil spector. it sucks that phil spector was just sentenced to 19+ years in prison but it's not like he was producing bomb records anymore, which is to say: whatever.

at least i know my brain isn't rotting

i love that i'm sitting here at one-thirty in the morning, reading adam smith and drawing parallels between smith's and zizek's works. thank god.

fuck a ceviche

"sometimes i like to think less is more." - paula deen

LYING BITCH

so i had a good weekend; triple-date with cheyne, his best friend shawn, his fiancée k-de, shawn's cousin and her husband. we went to dinner and bowling. i fucking sucked at bowling but i had a really good time. shawn & k-de are hilarious and i'm actually really down to see their baby. on sunday cheyne, jackson, jackson's dad, and i watched the lakers win the 2009 nba championship, eating peanuts & popcorn, drinking red stripe. i had a great time hanging out but the game itself wasn't that great; the magic just sort of gave up in the second half. it was a boring win. afterwards cheyne, jackson, and i went to pizza mania and split an extra-large pizza, which was actually pretty fucking good. i've been super-hesitant to try it because i feared it would taste like cicero's 2-for-1 (which is also really close to me and blows). but anyway: there's finally a good, cheap pizza place in my area. so down.

i'm excited for this week: lacma tomorrow, david sedaris book signing at barnes & noble on wednesday, both lily's long-awaited sinus surgery and jackson's graduation on thursday, and something on friday that i've currently forgotten.

slippin'

16 & PREGNANT
I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO RECORD IT

the immaculate inspection

i just realized that since i started dating cheyne i've eaten less red meat than i usually do (not counting the birthday bloodbath). kinda lame, definitely eating a burger for lunch tomorrow/later today. AND WUT

oh my god i'm watching how clean is your house? on bbc america and they're in the valley! that sucks. i kind of dislike the episodes where they clean american houses because they don't tend to be as throw-up-in-your-mouth-a-little filthy as the british homes. whoa oddly personal blurb from terita, whose house is being cleaned: "i drink to make myself happier!" damn.

i haven't been going to yoga as much as i used to. i miss it.

okay i need to get to bed; i've got shit to do tomorrow and i don't want to be anymore tired than i know i already will be.