Uh-oh..hello

Buy the Black Magic Show..NOW..it's the most amazing fuckin album! I saw 2 instore's with the most presh Elefant in a week AND the second one was at Apple when I was workin. I took a 15 (well, prolly more of a 25) and saw them acoustic and they of course were adorable. Black Magic Show acoustic..orgasmic like whoa. When the store was closed and Diego was leavin, I said hullo, as I've never talked to him before, and I've seen 'em like, 10 times. He was, as anytime I've witnessed, adorable (okay, fucking sexy) and sweet and charming. And this was in a 5 minute convo. I can't listen to the haters of them, I don't unnastand it. It's beyond me lil' pinky brain.
Mutronium on Friday night was fantastic as usual! LOVE LOVE LOVE. The Crash Mansion always has this open bar deal that just keeells me, or more specifically my liver and my decision-making ability. Hehe. And that was the day after what will henceforth be known as the Long Island Iced Tea Massacre, where me n' milady Sarah got a lil (A LOT) crunked at Lit and *then* decided to down a Long Island. Good idea, right? Sike. Although I do remember havin fun dancing downstairs with my Long Island in one hand and shouting out, "ohmigawwd, LOVECATS! Ooooohmigawwwwd!" I <3 the Lit Lounge toooo much.
And then whiskey shots on a Tuesday night listening to my friend dj 80s stuffs (like, GOOD stuffs), reminiscing about the Luna Lounge and that night I talked to Marty W.-Piper, and having the weirdo cab driver sing to me on the way home..I don't even know why I'm up at 1:30 right now. I'm exhausted, but I can't turn my brain off. Which is usually so easy fer yours truly...
Plus I don't care, Pauly Shore was fucking hilarious! I just watched Son-in-Law..now I'm in the mood to watch fucking Bio-Dome..oh wait, I NEED SLEEP.

Friday I'm in Love

Happy Birthday you sexy bastard!! Our favorite cutie-pie goth turns 47 today, and still lookin ADORABLE and making amazing music. Although I think I'm shaming my musical tastes right now cos I'm listening to Enriques Iglesias (Bailamooooos! Tonite we DANCE!), hehe. It should be a fucking national holidy..well I guess he's english..fuck it, I declare it a Krisoliday! Happy Robert Smith Day everyone! Now go listen to this band Mutronium, they RAWK in a Cars-y, new wave, synthy fun way! And their singer is presh!

Mutronium Myspace

I will not even delve into personal issues on Robert Smith Day, cos there are TOO MANY to even bother. I will never trust british men again. I will never drink Sambuca again. I will never again temporarily forget I have the worst possible instincts when it comes to men. The wooooooorst. The holiday whore strikes agian!

Just some girl with a stilted attitude

Okay, *this* guy likes Brooklyn more than me.

Maybe it's cos I woke up still a lil' tipsy, or maybe cos I had that paniced feeling that I had to work, and then realized that I didn't, but whatever it is, I feel wooooonderful this morning! There's something about walking on Myrtle Ave, Brooklyn in the springtime..it's just fucking pleasant. I'd agree with my girl Sassy in that, " I heart Brooklyn in the spring." The birds are chirping, people are meandering, and I need to take a damn shower. HA, well that was random. Anyway, a brekky of coffee w/ soy milk, carrots, eggplant hummus, and Elliot Smith is just making me CONTENT. I wouldn't say I'm normally content to be merely content..but my Hello Kitty curtains are rippling in the breeze by my open window and listening to my wifey's Figure 8 album is bringing back memories from freshman year of school...yikes. I'm not a huge Elliot Smith fan, but this album is so nice. So sad and pretty and nostalgic. Me n' my first roomie in college (before my wonderful wifey/roomie of 3 years, she was craziest girl I ever knew, like, medically crazy, tried to cut her finger off with a plastic knife once, but I still loved her) used to listen to it when we were ridiculously out of our minds (on substances I won't say what), so it will forever make me feel like it did back then: heartbroken and hopeful and slightly confused. I remember the sunken eyes and sleepy Sunday afternoons in the dorms, painting and smoking and doing laundary in our communal bathrooms and dying someone's hair neon orange and listening to "Everything Means Nothing to Me.." Oh, college years! Thanks fer the music Elliot, I'm sorry.

His name is Blaaaaaine?!?

So my high-as-a-kite-lights of this week were first, I checked out Andrew McCarthy at the Apple store. I am a nerd and hurried the guy I was with so I could check out Blaine, right, then he walks to another cashier, and I see my manager all, "Oh no! Where's he going?!" and I'm all, "Boo hoo" *sad face* So then, HILARIOUSLY, my manager goes, "Oh hey, can you go EasyPay on the floor and Krissy can take over?" And I'm all, "Yay!" so then I go over and check out Andrew fucking McCarthy. My wifey n' me had JUST watched Pretty in Pink a couple nights ago, and the NIGHT BEFORE said conference I had watched some weird Stephen King movie with him in it. Just cos he was in it. And I mean, "Getting In," "Less than Zero," "Weekend at Bernie's", motherfuckin "MANNEQUIN?!" Jesus. Not to even fucking mention Pretty in Pink. So ya know what I said to Andrew McCarthy..."Can I have yer zipcode?" HAHA. Dammit!! But he was so cute and he has those pretty eyes! Duh-REAMY.

Also, Pretty in Pink has the Bunnymen's song "Bring on the Dancing Horses" in it, so I mean, of course there's a Bunny reference in here. OH YEAH, moving on to my second highlight of the week:

Echo and the Bunnymen are touring the US in June.

Once again, there is meaning in my life. Praise the Bunnygods, bitches! Ian yo, here's I come! Somewhere right now my parents are wondering "Is Krissy doing something meaningful with her life right now...???"

And the Fucking-hell-make-Krissy-pout-light of the week goes to the Saints, who have cancelled their show AGAIN, which makes the SECOND TIME IN 9 MONTHS I have bought a ticket fer them and they have gypped me. Hey, Saints, I love you and all, but could you stop being such fucking COCKTEASES!! Metaphorically speaking that is. Grrrr!! *scrunched up face*

Lips like sugar, sugar kisses

Alright, so I've given up to my obsession with this stupid fucking candy. I GIVE UP. I tried to get a bag today at the Eckard near Apple where I found them the first time, and their lil spot was empty. I'm trying not to eat a lot of sugar now, (I have an icky luv fer the worstest, sugariest stuff), but they are gummies in the shapes of dolphins, seahorses, pufferfish, fishies (duh) and AWESOMELY, starfish. So you think it's dorky that I like a candy because I have soft spot in my <3 fer an animal thing because it's the name of my favorite album?? Well, I got a tattoo of the dizzam thing, so that puts the other stuff into perspective, hehe. Yep. *So* dorky but geezus they're adorable, seriously check it:

The pufferfishy is SO CUTE BLEUHHHHGGGH! It's so cute I vommed.

Boys Don't Cry

But girls fuckin do! I sure did a lot more in my college years, I can tell ya THAT. I found this silly poetry, written about 2 different boys, and I hate to say I still kinda like it. I think I wrote it for a poetry class junior year of school. Bet ya didn't think I was a lil' smarty pants poet girl, huh? Well, I dunno if it's good but FUCK YOU I like it. These 2 sonnets also illustrate subtley just how muuuuuuuch I drank back in those days too, oy! I also dressed all gothy like that and drank absinthe. Way too much absinthe. Lemme tell ya's, that shit rots yer brain *shivers*


Sonnet for the Fair

Morning smiles are timid
The air and countenance of early
When the coolish coffee calms
Bitter ghost of yesterevenings
The color not quite of your hair
Sunlight escapes neither
As brash bottle noises break
Clocks speak sensing silence

Always searching something
Jackets have a way of disappearing
Beneath drunken mountains
A calender of awkward
With haunted holidays of Maybes
To an end in November


Sonnet for the Unfair

Dumb deceitful blue bugs
Of a transiently turquoise tint
Half a lifetime's worth of charm
And a subtle mist of vermouth
A wintery drink numbs
Without the warmth of a drag
Or a silly secret kiss
Before spinning strangers dare the snow

Deliberate December looming
Starry cold and toothed
Like when the bars were just a place
To escape the icicles
Precarious like two people who laughed
Over a baby olive splash


OH, and both boys were/are musicians. SHOCKER.

Gender bombs will fall

(Image fromFlirting for the Ages)
I want to drink red wine with a saltnpepper man!! Why, MSN, can you tell me how to do this?

So I never read the stoooopid stories on MSN.com but today fer some reason I decided to read this ohsointriguing article:
10 Pickup Lines for Her and how informative it was! SIKE. Hey, I was willing to give it a chance, *obviously* I have no real skill for this type of thing, as my usual "technique" fer letting a guy know I fancy him goes like this (giggly drunk with a jackn'coke in my hand)," Ya know..I think you're soooo cute! You have such preeeeeetty eyes! I liiiike you ya know!" I am nothing if not honest. Sadly, this honest and I'msodorkyitmustbecute approach only works fer a certain kind of relationship, and definately not anything long term or involving any respect fer me. But seriously, as long as the guy is semicool (that's the hard part), I don't think there should really be a "pickup line" needed. But ONCE AGAIN, look where my style has gotten me, a big nooooozwhere! Okay, the first pickup line on the list: "Hi."

What?! Duh. Hey thanks fer that fucking awesome advice MSN! All I have to do is INTRODUCE myself to a guy, oh of COURSE! Oh, yeah so does that mean when a girl introduced herself or even says hullo it's considered a fucking pickup line?! Jeez, I'm a total tease by those standards. And then there's this brill one, "You've got an iPod. Should I get the Nano or the 30 gig?" OY. Okay, maybe that might be an okay convo starter, but not fer someone who works at an Apple store. Plus, playing the "I'm a silly girl who doesn't understand technology, tell me what crazy musiccomputerything I should get cos I just don't knooooowww!" isn't the first impression you want to give. Whatev. And that one, "Don't you think Batman's cooler than Superman because he doesn't have super-powers to fall back on?" Wteff?? Maybe if you're in a fucking Seinfeld episode (or if the guy is a big comicbook nerd, in which case WHY ARE YOU HITTING ON HIM? unless you're talking bout graphic novels, cos that's diff, but let's not get started on THAT...)!

And then there's a link to the also helpful, "10 Great Places to Meet a Man," because hell, we can't just happen to meet anyone anymore, we gotta go out thar AND FIND THAT BASTARD BEFORE OUR CLOCKS STOP TICKING. Man. So they have comedy classes (ugh), baseball daimonds (ick), and business conferences (eww), as great places. And a couple weird ones fer good measure, including blood drives (well, I guess you'd know they're um, clean?) and Sci-Fi conventions (HAHAHA, are they joking?! WHAT?! I'm not even going to go further into that line of absurdity..hey, now *horror movie* conventions..different story..that's where I met my Joe Bob Briggs...sigh!). And then there's my person fave suggestion..

" Music Clubs. Next Saturday night take a bunch of your girlfriends to a nightclub that hosts local bands. You'll find them right up on stage: clusters of men, pouring their hearts out, trying to impress you. But don't get too seduced by musical talent. Tortured artists are dazzling on stage, but can be a drag in real life. On the other hand, a nice middle manager (during the day) indulging in some innocent rock-star fantasies (by night) could be just the ticket.

Of course the only problem is everyother girl has thought of this. Even the lowest wrung of dive bar, kareoke-singin jerkwad wannabes get the girls all googly-eyed. I couldn't tell ya why, I am afflicted with the same geedee condition as every other dumb chick, sadly. I'd like to think of course that I at least fall for the talented ones, I mean, I know me the good music when I stand there at the foot of the stage and drool over him. I mean it. The music that is. Of course I also did the OPPOSITE of that too, with a funknsoulrandb lovin lawyer. His mix CD with all that kinda music? Yeah I listened to it a bit, I tried, and yeah, when he dumped me a couple days after Christmas one the geedee phone, YEAH I cut it into 4 pieces and chucked it. Anyway, I'm back to square one with the music thing: stick to my own kind(ie).

Ahh, so because I am avoiding any type of productivity or creativity right now, I took the "What Type of Flirt are You?" fer a laugh. And of course I knew this, I am the:

A Funny Flirt: The direct approach has never worked for you. Instead, you like to charm guys by infiltrating their own territory and getting to know them in their own environment -- like Sigourney Weaver in Gorillas in the Mist, but with beer instead of bananas. (HAHAHAHA, that is pretty AWESOME actually-Krissy)The strategy is to make yourself indispensable -- be one of the guys, make jokes, be fun to hang around with, and avoid the games girls play as much as you can.
However, you're well acquainted with the danger of being one of the guys. It's that you can easily become...one of the guys. Watch out for that -- make sure people know there are breasts under that Celtics jersey. "Women like this create intimacy through what I like to call the buddy system," says Catherine Cardinal, PhD, author of The Ten Commandments of Relationships (Andrews McMeel, 2000). But when buddying up means you're not taken seriously, learn when to assert yourself."

Hmmm...I think I would partially agree with this I guess. I don't see anything wrong with being one of the guys however. Cos then they RESPECT the KIZZDAWG!! Or something like that. Ahh, so now I can learn how to "Flex my Flirting Muscles" on MSN.com..what?! Okay, I've OD'ed on this relationship propoganda bullshit, Krissy OUT.

Oh perfect day

Guess who got her tiiiiiickettttt!!! *licking ticket and rubbing it on my cheek and purring*

Imma be 1 geedee foot from Marty and boogying to some punk in a MONTH!!

Here we are, runnin thru the seasons...

This is my designated Spring song <3...

...............ahhh!! Isn't that just the PRETTIEST lil thing you've ever heard/seen?? It's like..sunny Cali swooniness! Plus, Evan the singer is just presh, right?...and he looks like a lil' junior Steve Kilbey right...?? His voice is a bucket of beautiful! Imma listen to this everyday on my way to work, with ma big silly shades and my no socks, woo hoo! I <3 Spring!!

Oh yeah, my Spring will NOT be complete until these are released in a couple weeks..

Too excited. Can't. Control. Happiness. Must. Get. Life.

Cut yer hair and get a job

So I've lived like common people dammit (can you tell whose been listening to Pulp TOO DAMN MUCH) , and I need a design job!! Should I suck it up and email the old boss..I wonder if he'd even care anymore..I can't fucking scour Craigsshitlist anymore, but I got no really good connections. Everyone's always so damn busy with their own lives. But my creativity is shriveling and my parents are bitching and it's sad. Oy! Check out this lil' ketchup bottle I designed fer some bloggy constest..yeah, I didn't win of course. But damn, I think the lil' fucker is CUTE.

He's all, "Imma caaaa-RAZY dawg! Googly moogly!!"

Should I suck it up and get another internship..?? I dunno. I mean, being an intern was pretty effin goodtimes, but in the end, Krissy needs some $cha-ching$ so she can buy concert tix, knowwutahmean?

Plus, jesus, I think I need to like, completely RELEARN InDesign, I haven't used the fucker in sooo long. I've always said, "Give me Illustrator or give me death!" But I know I should grow the eff up and use an big person program. Sigh.

I'm still in love

Ahh, I bet you thought this is gonna be a whiny girlrant about stinky boys...noooo! I saw the Stills last night at the first of 2 sold out shows at the Mercury Lounge, and it was just AMAZING. The last time I saw them was like 2 years ago at a free show in the summer, and the first time I saw them was at the Stone Pony in Asbury Park, when they were opening fer the Bunnymen. I saw them twice on that tour (well, it was a Bunnytour). So I've heard all these people saying that they sound different, they're not as good, blah, blah, and I knew that Time Fletcher (singer) was sharing duties now with another guy in the band, and ya know, I was a bit worried. Everything was FALSE. They kicked ASS. The new songs sounded great, now they have a piano player, they've gotten a bit past just mere shoegazing (when I first saw them the entire band literally just played guitar and looked at the ground haha), the songs sound a bit more complicated, and they have a bit of a more energetic stage presence. When they played the old stuff, oh man, it made me feel like I was 20 again! And Tim Fletcher is still feckin adorable, and a bit, dare I say it (?!) less stubbly and scruffy?!! And OHMIGAWD they played their french song..jesus it was hawwt. Phew!

Do yerself a favor and download their new and beautiful new song "In the Beginning" at their MySpace (I'm looking at YOU, wifey!!)

the Stills' MySpace

From the ashes like a bunny phoenix...!!

Rises the BUNNYCAM 2.0!!! I will NEVER let you out of my SIGHT my love!! I will NEVER get drunk at a bar on the LES and leave you on a table NO NO NO, I have learned my lesson. Yes. Now I drink a celebratory Heineken! Who's yo daddy Ebay? Who's YO DADDY!! Bee-otch!

Although, someone explain to me how a camera, used, with no charger, software, manual, or connections goes for $3 MORE than a camera WITH all that stuff...??? Ebay is one of the most frustrating bahstids, seriously. And PayPal?? Yeah, that's a cute name isn't it..FER THE DEVIL.

This is how I feel

In the next couple months there are so many fantuberlastic bands, events, holidays, ideas and records coming out that I'm all goin nutso already and I can't focus on nuthin! The groupie girl in me is getting all in a tizzy...It's like that thing I do to Sara where I'm all excited and flustered to tell her stuff that when I open my mouth it all comes out at once and it sounds like, "Ohmigawd Anna, so I'm gonna do this and then woidthladgggggfphttthh!..." and she just shakes her head while I gather my brainfarts and try again. It's really a pretty funny lil scene.

I had sorta plans to go home on Easter..but fuck it. I gotta work on Saturday (I bet those rich fuckers in Soho will be out getting iPods to put in their toddlers geedee Easterbaskets!), so I might as well just enjoy my one Sunday off. I'll call the fam and chat, and I'll be home soon to see them, so that'll be okay. And seriously, if I get ANY MORE PEEPS from them this would be me on Easter:

Except, ya know, not a stoopid fratboy. If I puked pink peeps I wonder if I'd be like, "Ewww...awww, it's pink bunny puke!" I probably would, then I'd try and show it to Sara and she'd smack me.

Anyway, my new plan is to go to the Czech Beer Hall to celebrate Easter with a delightful day of beer and sunshine. Yay! I mean, I'm sure Jesus liked beer and sunshine right?! Yikes, right now in Easton, PA my grandmother just felt the urge to call and lecture me but she doesn't know why...It's kinda like in CCD when I was like 12 the teacher asked me which was the most important holiday, and I said Christmas, and she said no, it was Easter, because Jesus rose from the dead and ascended into heaven. I said, well, if he wasn't BORN he wouldn't have been able to DIE AND THEN RISE AGAIN, duh. She insisted I wasn't understanding. That's the point, I just don't get it and I'm stubborn. But I'm damn sure if I raise a toast of yummy Czech beer to Jesus on Easter Sunday, he'll forgive me for not going to mass. He forgives people fer a lot dizamn worse than being a drunk.

Speaking of Peeps and Jesus, looky what I found on the web...WTEFF?! HAHA, it is the Marshmallow Messiah! :

I want the one I can't have

Ahh, the unattainable. It's always the same old friggin story with me, my friends really don't even sympathize with me anymore. I've been googly-eyed over the same damn musician fer 4 years now, since I was a mere 18 year-old bubblehead just startin out in a dirty Brooklyn art school. I first his band when they opened fer Echo and the Bunnymen, YUP, of course it all comes back to the fucking Bunnies, what didya expect?! I mean, I've gotten my heart broken, I'm not a wee thing anyomore, but I still have this tiny lil spark of hope everytime I see him and I get all starrey-eyed...BLEUGH! I know, I think I almost vommed there too, but seriously, I need to find myself a good un that is NOT IN A BAND. And not a lawyer. And NOT A JOCK OR A PREP, I think that goes without saying. Oh, and no pro wrestling and/or gangsta rap love. No goth fuckers either. Oh, phooey! I've given up. Here's to another how many years of pulling off that ol' band-aid.

On a RAWKINER note, THE SAINTS ARE PLAYING IN HOBOKEN IN MAY!! Woop woop! Marty W. Piper..you stud you..I can't wait! Thanks Sarah m'lady, fer giving me this info!

<3

Also, Elefant are doing an instore performance and album signing @ Tower on April 18! SHUT UP, I know, its super hawt. Could they be any cuter?! No. Let's see what silly, nerdy things I say when I hand them my album to sign. Oh! the possibilites!

Yay fer Spring! Yay to start wearing my big silly sunglasses again!

Yay! fer that Pulp song "Common People"..I wanna sleep with common people..common people like you.

And lastly, thank gawd there is another Gerry Butler movie coming out..Beowulf and Grendel..check this out..HOLY MOLY that man is beastly sexy (and scottish).

And of course, it's Peep season, mothafuckas!! I actually have like half of this stuff, seriously.