These are the Days of Our Lives

And they are FUCKED UP. HA! No but seriously, damn Tivo came on for Sara's Days of Our Lives (oh, my wifey and her stories!!), so I have to take a break from my day off, eating seaweed and watching VH1 Classic. So I remember a couple shots of whiskey at Fat Baby last night after Aerovox. Good idea K-dawg! I swear, all I need is someone who will take shots with me and I'm psyched as hell. My favorite part of life is when I ask Sara if she'll take a shot with me and she goes "No" with that stoney, I-swear-to-effin-gawd-I-am-so-serious face she does, and I go, okay, let's get one. And she goes "NO" and then I attempt to physically drag her to the bar, whilst giggling and completely ignoring her sincerity in not wanting a shot. Then I order a 2 shots of whiskey and she says to the bartender, "No, don't bring me one please," to which I reply to him, "No, really, 2 shots." And then he brings the shots, Sara stares daggers at me and goes, "I hate you." But eventually she gives up (there is no winning that battle with me), she grimaces after her Jacky D. and I giggle some more. Then it all starts over in about a half hour. Damn, that is some funny shit to me, I don't know why. Now, who said I'm a handfull?? Mwah ha.

But anywhose, there is nothing NOTHING better than seeing a great band at a cool bar and hanging with friends (and my Anna) and drinking too much and not having to work the next day. I luff eet. I'm so tired of worrying and stressing and obsessing (over what..HMMM I motherfuckin wonder), and wifey's tired of talking me off a metaphorical ledge I know. I always listen to her advice but never follow it..she's an amazing judge of character, me? not so much. I feel more and more of a headcase these days. My interview at the Blue Note was great..no job. C'mon man, I was a fucking graphic dzn intern at Jazz @ Lincoln Center!! That effing job was MADE for me. Whatev. I have to call the 'rents and tell 'em I didn't get it. Ugh. I walked past Pratt today and Commencement was today..wow..exactly one year ago I walked and grad-ee-ated from Pratt with a BA in Graphic Design. I remember it was supposed to be so damn exciting and all I could think about was how tired I was from getting a bus back from Philly @ 1 AM after seeing the Bunnies, and also how I wanted it to be over so I could go back home to PA to see the Bunnies AGAIN in Lancaster. Damn I'm a crazy sometimes. So here I am, one year later, not quite doing anything graphic design-filled with my life..and only thinking about how excited I am that I got my ticket to see the Bunnies in NYC in June. And how I need to get the ticket for their Philly show. They'll be my 14th and 15th Bunnyshows since graduating high school in '01. Wow. Now my head hurts. Man, if my dad ever knew I did that Bunnymen shit the night before graduation, holy shit, he would ring my neck. I remember my friend Assi @ like 30 mins till the bus @1 AM ( I've decided I make most of my friends because they are more responsible, me + the equally irresponsible=death or fines) in Philly, outside the TLA, goes "alright crazy girl, we gotta get you on a bus to Brooklyn so you can GRADUATE COLLEGE tomorrow." And I'm all silly drunk and go "But Ian isn't out yeeeet..we have wait for Ian. I have to seeee Iiiiiiiaaaaannnnn...I looooove Iaaaannnn.." And she looks me in the fuckin eyes and goes, "Look at me and listen, bitch. You are gettin on that bus and not missing your motherfucking college graduation when your parents and grandparents are going to be there, if I have to pick you up and throw you over my fucking shoulder and carry your drunk ass there." And she is 6 foot something and one time she actually slapped me and I love her like a sis, but she doesn't mess around. So I shut up about Ian Mac and go to the bus. Good times.

Bottom line, I can't wait to see the Bunnymen again. Twice. And my lil' blonde hugbunny gon' be there, gosh!, I love my girls. No drama there...just talkin' bout boobs. I actually think my girls are way more vulgar than my guy friends. The guys are more immature with their humor, but us chicas are just *obscene* Tee hee!

Favorite songs of the week:
Take Me Apart- Aerovox (fresh in my brizz-ain)

One Night in Bangkok-Murray Head (from this 80s broadway musical..oh, it's so wonderfully bad)

Teenage Lust-Jesus and Mary Chain ( HOT )

Mantis Rock-Mixel Pixel-(these bitches are crazy)

Lola-the Kinks (the classic)

I Don't Know Why I Love You-House of Love ( *sigh* )

Be With You-Enrique Iglesius (hey, don't be a snob)

Sirens-Elefant ( "Sirens never came to me as warning..")

Absolute Beginners-Bowie (makes me want to be in love)

Silver Gun-Marjorie Fair (makes me happy to not be in love)

Space Needle-the Church (makes me remember I'm in love with Steve Kilbey, duh!)

*Also*, RIP my Elkland. I didn't want to believe you Joel, I was in denial. Boo! I loved Elkland. I remember I saw them the first time when they opened fer Elefant at some show I caught in Philly like 2 years ago. And I fell in like with them, and his dancing. Oh! his robot dancing! I saw them soooo many times, from sneaking into magazine parties to driving to effin Hoboken, and me n' wifey danced profusely. As much as 2 sightly self-conscious girls *can* dance, we did. This is my tribute to the presh Jon P from the many pics I took at those shows <3!!

Jon Peirce apparently started another band with the Elkland songs he never recorded, and of course, they are fucking awesome. I need them to play now, I miss my lil' dancing cutie pie. Their name is riDICulous however. Goat Explosion?! I told Sara it would have been way better (aka, tolerable) if they had just made it Goatsplosion. Or mabye Goatzplosion. YES!

Goat Explosion Myspace