If there's hope in your heart

When I saw Editors last night, at first all I kept thinking about was how everyone else was taking pictures with their fucking digital cameras and how I miss mine. I was getting really pissed, and then I realized I wasn't even watching the show! The singer was a fucking complete spazz and they were all so little and skinny ('cept for the bassist..where the eff was he? they were like hiding him, he must'v not been cool or goodlooking enuff huh..speaking of the guitarist was ADorable!), and the light show was kick azz, and then I sort of remembered how I *used* to be at shows. I never had any camera, I didn't even drink that much (under 21 anyway), and I was just fucking INTO it. So then I fucking forgot about my Bunnycam fer awhile and enjoyed a wonderful and energetic rock show, with a crazy and enthused crowd of kids, and had a good fucking time. I am nothing if not able to laugh at myself and the misfortunes in life (oh! the stories I have..usually brought upon myself with naivete or alcohol), hey, just call me Mrs.Brightside. I can wallow in my Cure and my Bunnymen and my Interpol and my Femmes, but only until the album's done, then we gonna party. Just cos I don't have a job RIGHT NOW doesn't mean I'm not gonna get one, and just because I have horrible taste in men doesn't mean I'll never find the right one. Or maybe I won't WHATEV, I'll get a frigging dog. Yeah, a lil' Pomeranian. Yay! And his/her name will be either Kimchi or Mersault (hehe)!

I digress.
Always.
I'm going to a Benzos show, and they are cute and space rock and electronic and kinda scruffy.

Benzos' Myspace.

Also, tomorrow is dedicated to seeing this man, my friend and an amazing singer/songwriter <3

The Rosenberg's Myspace

"If you and me had sex, could we keep it all together,
I hear your dog's named Rex, didja knit him a sweater?"

Oh, man. It's still as fantastic as the first time I heard it.

RIP

Bunnycam: With me through thick and thin, through Ian McCulloch, Krissarah fun, and the drunkest of times.

Me:Completely at a loss. Where I am in any type of personal relationship, career path, or type of solid, comprehensible, mature train of thought. I am an idiot who doesn't know what she's doing, what she wants, or what she thinks is right/wrong. And it shows. I've lost my Bunnycam somehow, she's not coming back, and only it's her among many other things. I hope this gets better, soon.

I am going to listen to the Cure now. Forever.

Come to the free-for-all..

I don't think I'm an extremely emotional girl, but lemme tell ya I'm feeling SO many things right now, and I'm feeling them HARD. I don't think that works as a phrase. But I'm so mixed up and emotional right now I don't caaaaare! To begin in the beginning, I started drinking @ 6:30, and was pretty drunk by say, 10, and out and (barely) functioning till (well my phone says my last message was) about 4 something. I had an amazing time (thanks fer the peeps that came out!) and got reeeeeeall drunk, yay! I also managed to lose track of my roommate, a dude from Jazz who was at the bar and I couldn't find, and my fucking morals. I remember some drama at the end, but I was too busy floating around with butterflies and birdies singing in my brain. I seriously was of no use to anyone, haha. But it's supposed to be like that on yer birthday, right? I hope God just ya know, looks away on yer birthday right? I regret nuthin! I'm sobering up now (um, that was like 4 too many shots last night..), packing to go home to PA fer the weekend, and see the fam. Lemme tell ya after stuff like last night, I certainly don't feel like leaving..but maybe it'll be good to just chill fer a couple days and not do anything naughty. Well, a couple naughty things, but not like here, where as Natasha says, things get "OUT OF CONTOL!!" Thats the only phrase fer my feeling at this moment. I got nuthin else. I cannot handle being 23 apparently.

Today is dedicated to:

The most amazing single and album art:

And this awesome pic I used to love in high school:

Yeah, that's a MONKEY RIDING DOG. It just don't get no better.

And of course my favorite shirt ever that I want to start wearing as soon as the weather gets mothereffing warm:

Yep, that's an Alize shirt I got free for at some party..you know, that icky sweet schnappsey type stuff. I know, I know, its amazing. I wish I could live in it and work in it and be like, "Look! It's like I'm a player on the Alize team! Woop woop!"

And to everyone that came out last night to reminisce about the last year and ponder how I'm still actually alive...<3s!!!

*Update: Dammit, I lost my fucking sparkly shrug that I've been wearing fer 2 months now, over every band tee, I must've left it at Lit..or in the cab..or dropped it somewhere random, oh! who knows. The shrug Austin Scarlet said he liked. The $5.99 sale price Express fucking cloth that I LOVED. Then,holy crap I didn't soberize until like 2 hourse after I woke up. And then the headache kicked in. And theeeeeeen the conscience kicked in..oh Jager! You suck. Oh, boys! You complicate my life. Oh, Sara! I'm sorry when I'm drunk "10 minutes" is actually an hour. You know I go by Bunnytime (aka, when I'm talking to a cute boy, there is no time, or also the blackhole of time that appears when I'm waiting outside a show to see Ian)

Life speeds up..and up and up

So the first thing I have to do on my birthday (other than listen to that Church song Life Speeds Up, it's a tradition of mine) is go to the bank and figure out where this one check my mom sent me is, and it's annoying and I feel irresponsible and my mom is telling me get a damn job so we don't have to keep doing this! ARgh. I still feel like I'm in college..but I ain't. I'm 23, goin on 19. "Yeah, mom, can you buy me a bus ticket, cos I only have $40 and I need to go to my party tonite." Oy, I know it's bad. Why can't I get a graphic design job already?! I think I'm purty competant, I learned so much from Jazz at Lincoln Center..WHATev. I'm going to apply myself more. Mooooooore! But first..
It's ma birthday! Woop woop! There's nuthing like Myspace to make you feel loved on yer birthday, ya know, I woke up and had soooo many happy birthday comments, and was like, awwwww! I mean, I know it's silly and easy to write a lil sentence on yer keyboard, but it's the thought that counts, and I think it's sweet. Warm and fuzzy! And I think the *best* part is all the comments involve bunnies or the Bunnymen too. <3! And my new fave band AND both Kilbey bros. sent me birthday wishes..! :blushing here man: To have these people I admire say such nice things..well, it makes my lil Bunnyheart flutter, seriously. I'm psyched to get drunk with my friends tonite, and also to wear my new Labyrinth tee Sara got me and gave to me at 12;30 last night, haha. Oh, and Hello Kitty stuff and pink eyemakeup, yayyy! I <3 my wifey!

The only punks I'll ever <3

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Originally uploaded by bunnygrrrl.

No WAY! Yes way. I was listening to hottinesses the Saints' last album and remembering those 2 shows in July..with Marty W.Piper on guitar..thinking how cool it was to talk to Marty about it the next weekend @ the Luna Lounge...and me being like, "I love the Saints! And I don't even like punk at all!" And he said he didn't like punk either, and I was all..woops getting carried away. I just took a shot in the dark, and here are those bitches on Youtube!!

SHUT UP!! They were on Top of the Pops?!?! Priceless!

I've been drinking...I mean *thinking!*

Wow, so that last post sounds really silly now that I read it again, but ya know what, I was still drunk. I forgive myself for that stream-of-barely-consciousness, because it was the morning after St. Patrick's. This picture is me at my 'renties hotel, tipsy on afternoon sake, sprawled on the bed saying, "JESUS! This bed is bigger than my fucking APARTMENT!" It makes me laugh for some reason, maybe its cos I'm wearing my huge sunglasses and that hat, haha! I look like an Olsen (plus a million pounds)!

I have Ian-ized my blog a lil bit, cos I'm a geek. Yes. Also, I found this picture when putting album covers into my iTunes library, and I want to confess my undying love for it. HoLy mOoLy !! That is just too effing much. <3 !!

And this is my new favorite song! Thanks Pugwash!! Hey, can you leave Ireland and come visit Brooklyn fer awhile...!? Cos you are so motherducking adorable. And the single artwork, as I've come to expect from my short experience with this band, is also supertastic! It makes me want to design album covers fer my fave bands again..like I did in school..

Kiss me, you're Irish!!

Yay fer holidaze that give you an excuse to drink heartily, LET ALONE that wonderful St. Paddy's thing where the whole effing POINT is to get drizunk. I luvs it. Waking up with a strooooong biiiiiig cup o' joe, and some Church tunes, a couple Peeps (hehe, I'm such a weirdo) and another bruise goddammit. The holiday was, as usual, a blast, and I was festively drunk (aka, ridiculously), but there was no kissing. Which is good but I mean, I kinda was diggin on all the Irishes and their fecking SEX accents. Although in Times Square area (yes, there was a reason fer this downtowny chick to be wandering that fucking hellhole on a retardtourist holiday) the Irishes and everyone else where wearing stupid shamrock plastic beads and stupider Guinness glass felt hats and stupidest giant foam fingers. Yes, the Irish are #1, but you just look like a douchebag sir. I digress. ANYwhose, I was in that area withy my 'renties who were spending the night in this goooorgeous Crown Plaza Hotel and seeing a cabaret show at the Algonquin Hotel. HOW EFFING CUTE IS THAT?! My 'rents are adorable, it's really a shame I didn't get any of those "good healthy relationship" genes. So we got some soosh cos I had my lil drunky <3 set on a Sapporo and cold sake at 4 in the noontimes. Yeah, so I got some o' that and some oshinko soosh and some oshitashi and some miso and had some fun laughing at my mom trying to eat her Udon with chopstix. The oldtimers can't really get the hang of that kinda stuff. I got tipsy and had a good time arguing with my dad and we had some good discush and then, THEN comes the REALLY good part! We stopped off at the Virgin Megastore to look around, and I made a beeline fer the Import section...and found me the fucking new Church EP "Block" and also my new <3, Pugwash. My mommy got both of em fer me, and lemme tell ya, those bastards make you shell out the bucks if you want an import. Yay fer my birthday! I put on the cds as soon as we got back to their hotel room...there are no words fer Steve Kilbey. He's just, the sex. THE SEX. The intro to "Block" made me ovulate, seriously. HA. I need to see them on tour NOW. His voice sounds sooooo amazing..and his lyrics...ughhhh...the hotness, basically. The artwork, also Kilbey work, there is nothing he cannot fecking do, is gorgeous and colorful and lovely. Check it:

My pic doesn't really do it justice. Swoon, dammit. Swoooooon, Stevie K.! And so Pugwash, get this, have the following instruments in there album: Harpsichord, mellotrons, glockenspiel, Hammond organ, trumpets, tremelo guitar, Wurlitzer, E- Bow guitar (??), Mellotron flute, Vox organ, sitar, 12 string Rickenbacker (MARTY WILSON-PIPER, yo!), pianette (sounds cute), Moog, and fucking sleighbells!! PRESH!!

Long story short, I went to a few more bars, had many whiskeys, saw crazy peeps, was freezing ma ass off in a fucking blazer and no fucking socks, and fell the damn asleep when I got home. Woke up strangling in the tenticles of my iPod. I need more coffee.

I am a perpetual lil' girl that loves horsies...nerrrrrrdy

Soon I will be home in suburban P.A., having a discush with this magical lil' bahstahd! He's my friend's horsey-pie. Seriously, he's so effing cute I wanna hug him and give him smooches until he accidentally steps on my foot, and man that hurts, cos horses are big animals. And this guy is a big ol' bucket of presh. Look at his tongue!! Aaaaaack!<3!!!

It'll be nice to get some fresh air, away from Brooklyn shenanigans, and chill with my 'rents, my hometown friends, and my dog. I hope I don't miss any shows though.

*Update, my hugbunny Morgan totaled her car a while ago (I know scary!), and she got up getting a PT Cruiser CONVERTIBLE (crazy!!)!! (<---exclamation mark overkill) I can't wait to drive around in a convertible, haha, yay! I haven't driven, myself, in 4 years. I don't think I'd even remember how, and if I did, I'd just have a panic attack and not be able to drive anway. I'm a mess.

Yay fer spring babies!!

This is fer m'lady, Sarah with an h, the coolest vegan I know, the girl with the awesome love of music, the other half of my Sara(h)wich, and the other half of the drunken PDA lovin' Krissarah! I love thee girly, and I know you miss the Luna Lounge, but we'll always have the polaroids! Here's to another year of kimchi dogs, drunken kissy face photos, Long Islands, bitchin' bout the opposite sex, arguing about music, Wild Irish effing Rose, and being passionate 'bout pizza!! Thanks fer all the cool things you've done like lending me $ to see the Bunnies and waiting in the subzero with me so we can see Ian!! I really appreciate it. Here's the last year in my (limited to Luna) memory:

I <3 you m'lady!! Krissarah 4 eva!!

Mmmm! Taste that Sunday aftermath!

It tastes salty and a bit like ashes...?? So I wore the same Interpol tee and jeans fer 2 days in a row, and I'm still in it when I wake up this morning. I haven't washed off my makeup from last night, and my eyebrows are in dire need of a plucking. I'm tired, I need to take a shower, I have no more $, but I *do* have a buttload of pictures on my camera that involve things I don't remember/kinda regret doing. And a cig burn on my neck (?!) It must be Sundaaaaay! Ugh.

This pic is of Aerovox who I saw on Wed. when I decided to start my weekend a lil' early, like, in the middle of the week. FANfuckingTASTIC show and I was having some good times talking with some people thar, including my friend the band's drummer, a man of the Scouse persuasion who told a couple Ian McCulloch stories and got me all in a tizzy!, one who is MAD CRAZY attractive (hehe..yeah...), and one who looked like this concoction of Keanu Reeves and Kyle Maclachlan but with hipstery hair (aka, bangs in eyes).

Anywhose..more to come lata. And by more I mean lame party stories and bad puns. Maybe a pony daydream. Giggidy giggidy!! I gotta go sell some iPods in Soho. I think I spilled a whiskeyncoke on my work shirt.

Why won't you gimmee your love?..and a beer

the Zutons' website, where you can find their new video fer "Why Won't You Give me Your Love?

Check this video NIZZow! Seriously, it's fucking THE BEST THING SINCE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE'S "HELENA,(which is like, my fave video of all time...oh, Gerry Way!) or even the Killer's "Mr.Brightside!" It's ridiculous, I've watched it like a bajillion times (far too many times fer a girl trying to get a damn job whilst maintaining another), and I just can't get enough of it. It's like they took the broadway musical theme and filmed it in Cuba and went all Scouse and crazy with it! I <3 Liverpuddlians. Mr.McCabe, I wanna keep you in MY closet, and you're little bandmates, too!! Should I spend $35 and support those vultures on Ebay by buying a soldout Mercury ticket to see them?! Fuckeroos, I dunno. Such is my life, which show should I go to??? Forget stressing over my career or money or boys (ick), I'll stress over rock music! Perfect! Dammit!

I had an interview today, anyway, and the woman reccamended that I try to get my work to Viacom recruiting (aka, Nickelodeon, Mtv, Spike, blah blah) which I already pretty much knew. I mean duh. Trust me, I know I should be there, I mean, my fucking website is HelloKrissy.com!! Oh, well, I guess I'll take her advice and try them bitches again. She was all, "Ooooo! Jazz at Lincoln Center internship, huh? That's wooooonderful!" It really was wonderful, and I miss it...but I always get in some kinda weirdness with people ya know? Married people...oy! Some people mistake my friendliness and genuinely plutonic adulation fer flirting. I am famous for "falling in like" with people, and I have a trusting soul. I need to be more wary and jaded. How hard can that be, I mean I live in New York City, right? Having the nicknames of Krissy the Groupie and Bunnygirl tho, hehe, probably don't help anything. What-tothe-ev yo. I'm off to see a band, and a band that sounds kinda like the Bunnymen (the band is Aerovox, btud, checkim out, they rawk, in a janglepop way), so yahoo!

Plus, this is my new shirt. When I get it I'm gonna wear it everyday like a cartoon character and dub myself Bunnylovingrrrl. Yessssss...

Krissarah's Exit

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Originally uploaded by bunnygrrrl.

This picture is fucking weird. And I love it. That lightning and the surreal, streaming red EXITs make it fucking brilliant. We both look slightly evil, like we're thinking bad things. The slightly lidded eyes, creepy smirks... It looks hedonistic, and fuuuuun.

The Backstory

The Boobsquad are an not-so-elite team of crime..I mean, boy-fighting girls armed with beer and the advantage of being more than just a lil' off their rockers. Boobahontas kills boys with her kissyfaces, Booberella's tactic being her siren-like squeals of groupiedom, and Boobzilla pretty much just beats the boys up. She's really not a finesser. Maybe there's some tickling in thar fer a sec or 2..then BAM! she's on bruise control. Fear us. Love us. Buy us a round.

*Btdub, from left to right it's Sarah L., me, then my roomie Sara.. I'm usually in a Sara(h)which like this. Sara's got a tamahawk thing cos she's trying to seriously straight up moidah some boys, Sarah's really just into ruffin' 'em up a bit, and I'm uhhhh into complaining about 'em. My favorite part of my Booberella is I even gave her my starfish tat. Feel that ol' Churchy luv!!

Pugwash me in pop music

So I wanted to buy this album on Amazon right, but it turns out it's an import and it's like $30. I wanna try and find it in a music store for cheaper, so we shall see. God, the album cover is even amazing! That type treatment is sooooo niiiiiice! This is a lame post but I don't care cos I'm drinking red wine (mer-lot, of the Shiraz kind) and also now a Balantine, and I feel the need to proclaim to the inter-web (basically myself, cos I'm not delusional and I know noone but Sarah (shout-out to my girl, Krissarah like WHAT!)), that I fucking am OBSESSED with this band. They're Irish but on an Australian label, so you *know* they're good right. But seriously, I wonder if they're singer is cute, cos his voice makes my hormones go bananas. Even if he's not, whatev. HA. Parker said something hilarious the other night @ our local bar the Alibi, about me loving the bartender, Dublin, so nicknamed cos he's from Dublin, Ireland. He said, " You just wanna have sex with his accent." I could not have put it better.

Werrd, fuck the "indie" vultures!

This random bitcher from Craigslist is mad right. Well, except that I'm going so I kinda hope they don't suck. I gave up my lunchbreak the first day these tix were on sale, to walk from the Apple store to Mercury Lounge! I'm glad I did cos people are fucking shitty man, trying to sell tix fer twice the price they paid fer them?! And a band like the Stills?! They're not fucking U2 or Coldplay or something, I mean, hell yeah, rip those people off cos they're gettin tix fer MSG and they don't care how much they pay cos they're all middle aged and rich and whatev, but I'll bet a lot of Stills fans are younger and unestablished and poor (like, say, me). Whatever happend to the love of music peeps?! It's down the crapper, that's what happened. People are greedy and evil. I feel so bad I didn't get my roomie a ticket..Poo.

If I were a South Park character

I would definately have a crush on the goth kids from the "Dance Off" episode, HA. I know the South Park generator is mad old, but I never saved my character, so there. I think I did it cos I was thinking how they need to get some new South Park eppys out noooooow! My character there is accurate like whoa. The only difference is that one beer should be a Mad Dog 20/20, or maybe a Wild Irish Rose. For the first time in a loooong time I woke up feeling a bit like when I watch American Idol: nauseous. Could it be that I actually *cannot* drink any combination of alcohol as I previously believed?? Apparently the rare concoction of drinks which make me sick(ish) the next morning is red wine and whiskey. Huh? Now, I know fer a damn fact I've had that before! I mean, usually Barcardi 151 held the place of my alcoholic kryptonite, without fail either turning a night completely bananas, or making me pass out where I stand (no matter at all where this may be). But this morning my usually steel tummy was feeling a lil' shady. Luckily this passed, perhaps the V8 gave my body a springboard to health with those crazy vites n' stuff. And as I'm drinking it I think, "Well, it would probably be even nicer if it had a lil' vodka in thar..." Beep, beep! It's the alcoholism train! Climb aboard, bitches!

*update: I've decided that Zaytoons poisoned me n'Sarah's food, and that is why I felt icky. Although I'm not sure if we deserved poisoning or not, but I mean who calls the wrong location?! Me, thats the fuck who. Bottom line, I don't like getting yelled at in high-pitched middle eastern accents and I am too embarassed to go there now. I guess my take out is now strictly veg soooshi.