He'll rip yer lungs out, Jim

This is my Happy Halloween iTunes playlist. I haven't updated my operating system for like, years ( a graphic designer! that works at Apple! I know. I'm mad lazy. Not really all that technologically inclined, neither.) Do you remember that show Count Duckula? It's this old cartoon, that my 'rents bought and my dad ripped the theme song from the DVD and made it an MP3 file. Whaaaat? I know. See, there are genetic reasons I'm as dorky as I am.




Best Halloween song ever: Castin My Spell--by um, someone really oldschool. Not sure who. I don't know why I've always been obsessed with it, it just makes me bubbly happy.



I was *always* in love with british things. Even my cartoons when I was like 6. This and Danger Mouse, shuuuuut uuuuuuuup!

In an amazing twist of fate, Shane Bartell is coming back to NYC to play a CMJ date tomorrow on Halloween. I will be there. Harboring my newfound love for him. In a Sailor Mars costume.

I've got the time you've got the lust

Or vice versa?? I got BOTH. Ok, one of my fave things to do before I go out is drink Sparks and listen to music. Sometimes by myself, like tonite, sometimes with friends. I sing out loud and dance around my tiny room and looky my blogs and sometimes post stupid things like this. I LOVE THIS BAND. I knooooow, you've heard it before, and you'll hear it a-goddamn-gain. I'm trying to arrange like 6 or 7 bands in like 3 days for CMJ, ahh, it's the most wonderful time of the year!! I hate it when bands are playing the same night tho, which is pretty much inevitable. And I really do try to run from show to show..but really, I'm a plain ol' drunk. When I go see a band I have a few before, a few during, and a few after. And sometimes a few @ 6 in the AM. I DIGRESSsss. I find it so hard to make it to multiple shows on the LES when I'm really into one. Death of Fashion AND Benzos are playing the SAME NIGHT. How will I accomplish this?! Red Bulln vodkas I suppose. And a lil' ol Bunnydetermination. It's good that I have goals right? HA.

I'm OBSESSED with the album and tshirt they sent me <3ssss times a bijillion to them! THIS song makes me um feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class. Party on Wayne!

Plus they are ridiculous fun live.

And they're cute. Yeah, you knew I would say that.

But I want to see Benzos. They are my loveydovies. If Whoooore! reads this she'll be all, "WHAT A HERRRRB!!" And I would agree.

And my friend's band Mutronium AND Goat Explosion are playing together!! WEee!!

I'm off to celebrate another of my friends turning 30. Wow. I miss sometimes when he used to play this with um those people I used to like in that one band I used to be obsessed with.

I'm made my Sailor Mars costume tonite!! I can't drink even skim milk anymore cos it fucks up my tummy!

Going thru all my photos for this I found a pic of my girly in Dtown, and BFF, and I was like damn, I miss my hugbunny. Don't you just wanna kill her with hugs?! I told her she was a pool shark once, and she did this:

When I see her it's gonna be curtains on her cutie pie ass. I'm gonna hug her to OBLIVION. Thanksgiving Morgan, I'm comin fer ya.

I've got friends in lowww places

Ahh, Pikey, I hardly knew ye. I wish I had become friends with you much much sooner and now've you've moved on out to Nashville. Well, our Lit kareoke goodbye was pretty much a great way to remember ya..UNTIL of course you come back to visit!

I <3 ya Pike, I hope you stumble back upon my bloggy to see this! I will miss youuuu!!



This is yer regular ol' Krissyeoke. Butdubs, I sang Toni Basil's "Mickey", which was pretty much dead ON for my squeaky voice. Then this I believe is wifey and me singing Fugazi, and I think the open bar vodka tonics were taking their toll, and I kept forgetting words, and merely obliging to hang all over wifey and giggle.

Later that night, I lost my wallet in the cab. I cried. I sniffled. I called the 'rents the next day to have 'em send social security cards ect so I could begin the painstaking task of replacing my ID. I then ended up going to my local Precinct and picking up my wallet the cabbie so KINDLY turned in (wrinkled 2 dolla bills intact ha!) the next day. Picture this: Me, having a mental breakdown, hungover, unshowered, in a sweatsuit and galoshes, just having walked 6 blocks in the rain with a busted umbrella, and having the policewoman ask me, "Do you have any form of ID?"

.....

Uhh, in the wallet?! Hahah, only me yo, only me. Luckily for me I was saved from the old crazy and high brooklynite rambling about his fenderbender by the policeman. The icing on the cake? He was reeeeeally cute. In that almost forty way. And that's where the story ends, me taking my Hello Kitty wallet with old rockshow flyers falling out, from the handsome policman saying to me, "well I guess we'll be seein ya here for yer keys or somthing in a week a so huh?" in a his thick brooklyn accent. And me just looking like a complete and utter crackhead. Maybe a semi-endearingly cute crackhead??

Whatevs.

I need to like, calm the effers down.

On a lighter note, I found a Reality-era Bowie tee for $6 at Beacons Closet today, yayyyy!! Do I ever wear *anything* but band shirts and jeans?? Nope. Although soon, as a change of pace from the Chucks, I will own these:




I just ate Snap Pea Crisps and Sparks for dinner. My tummy is a big ol' mishmash of weird Asian food, alcohol, and cheap sugary candy. Ewwww. I bet you never met a person who eats odder more random junk than me. Kimchi and whiskey. Whaaaa???

I'm so metal like whoa

Alright, so I've been a fan of My Chemical Romance since I saw their video for "I'm Not Okay" on the College Television Network whilst at my workstudy job at the Pratt gym, and was like, "oooooo, who's the hunk ripping off Robert Smith???" Love at first sight. I wouldn't say it's a usual genre for me, but I'm a schizo music fan so there ya go. Bottom line, this new thing Gerard has going:



I didn't like it at first, and the costumes, I was like whaaaaa?? But now, after hearing songs like The Black Parade, and THIS little amazing fucker of a song:

Mama

I couldn't care if he wore a teddy bear suit. Actually, when Robert Smith wore a teddy bear suit I wanted to attack him. REGARDLESS, I watched em on SNL..and yeah, they're still the hotness. They're kicking the dramatics up 8 million notches with this weirdish concept album thing and the anarchy marching band suits and shizzz..but he still looks like a goddman sexmachine. And I need to get the new album.

Also, Gerard seems like he's channeling Brecht a bit (which you KNOW I love), like check this out:

from their song Mama that I'm obsessed with:

"Mama we're all full of lies
Mama we're meant for the flies
And right now they're building a coffin your size
Mama we're all full of lies"

I would like to see Gerard Way as Mack the Knife in a production of the 3 Penny Opera. H-O-T.

Let's all have a good guffaw

You Don't Need a Man ... or Want One!

Generally, you're very happy being a single woman. And anyone who has a problem with that... well, that's there problem. Not that you wouldn't share your life with the almost perfect guy. You simply won't settle though. Your life is too good to share with some substandard man!

Do You Need a Man?

I used to be like that in high school I remember. And in college. Maybe I still am like that I guess. Except for the not liking substandard men. I loooooove substandard men. I would gladly share my life with a substandard man, espesh if he played guitar. I'm not really all that perfect either! I'm not really joking all the way either! Whatsherface in Teen Girl Squad said it best:

Purrrrrrrfect

So, I saw the Purrs last weekend. I pretty MUCH wanna have all their babies. Like, just a big ol' litter of shoegaze psychedelic guitar rawk babies. I LOVE THEM. They didn't play my song, but every other song was so amazing that it really didn't matter too much. It was my friends bday and he was buyin, so obvs I was knee deep in whiskey, an took it upon myself to accost the band members and tell them how much I love them and their music. They were SO NICE and funny and awesome. I can't wait till they come back, because they have made a NUMBER ONE GODDAMN FANGIRL out of this Bunny. I have been showing my tshirt to friends and random people in bars proudly, only to have most (ok, all) say, "who the crap are they?" to which I say, "They are the most amazing band in the history of time and space. Wanna get a shot?" Anyway, here they are, the Purrrrrrrrs @ Club Midway, rockin the eff out.



They are brill. Listen and agree--their Myspace

This boy is leaving work and the state. I will miss him sooooo much. He's pretty much the cutest boy EVER when he's drunk and also pretty much all the time. So last night started a 3 day debaucherous descent into drunkdom (alliteration rulez!), which, in its second stage tonite, will include one last kareoke night @ Lit. We are gonna sing a duet but I haven't decided what song yeeeeet. He wants to sing maybe an Aladin song, but I'm a definate Little Mermaid Girl. I dunno, bottom line, ahhh kareoke and open vodka bar, here I come and liver be damned. Here's a quick roundup which makes me happy like a billion teddy bears riding unicorns.



THIS WILL BE TONITE.



That was our first kareoke night @ Lit, where Pike learned the true extent of our bottomless pits we call tummies. Ahhh.

Anwayz, so also, its the most wonderful time of the year yallz! Fuck Christmas and Thanksgiving. Gimme Halloween and CMJ music week ANYTIME BITCHES. I'm seeing Shane Bartell, Benzos, Death of Fashion, Goat Explosion, Mutronium, and Mixel Pixel ohmigod overload of NYC bands. It's gonna be amazing. ALSO i'm gonna be this bitch for Halloween.



YEAH YEAH SAILOR KRISSY WOOO HOO! I'm really excited. Although, I prolly won't be wearing heels, cos um, I'd like to survive Halloween thanks. I have walked in heels once I think, and well, me, heels, and whiskey just dont mix. My last halloween costumes have been, a pink flamingo, the girl member of Interpol (THAT WAS THE BEST, it was in 2003 an noone knew who they were hahah, everyone kept calling me the sexy secretary, and I was like, BITCH my name's Stella Diver! I gotta find that polaroid..I had a plastic tambourine, a pink tie, blazer, aviators...oh how wonderful) and then the last two years were Hello Kitty. This year wifey was like, yeah really, drop the Hello Kitty for a year. So Imma Sailor Mars it UP in the hizzy. You know that show Sailor Moon right? You goddamn better, its pretty much the best thing since stickers. If you don't like it you don't have a heart (and yer probably a boy).

I want my wifey to be the Naughty Librarian. YEAH. HAHAHAHA. She's a writer. She uses what we call sexy dictionary words. Would you please lookit that skirt and laaaaaaaffffff?!?! Jeebus.






I'm going to work. Oh, and check out this Lookit the photo caption! Yayz!

It's nice to be nice

Pugwash, can you please come and play in nyc now already? Don't you want drunken praise and hugs from me? Cos when I see these guys, the Bunnyluv will be a-flowin. Doesn't he have the most prettiest voice?

Maybe the rain will stop following me

It very well could, my friends. And by Autumn, I would mean whiskey and dancing in basement bars and crushes on men far too old for me. I mean really, let's call a spade a spade, or rather, a stupid little girl a stupid little girl. Yes, I am a stupid little girl. Poo. Dag.

Anywayz, I don't rememember where I was going with that..well, whatevs it's gorgeous out and I'm gonna ENJOY ENJOY. Who needs money to be happy not meeeeeeee!! *cough*LIE*cough* Oh, well Sparks it up and listen to this song cos I've listened to it a billion times today and decided it might just be the sexiest mothereffing song in the entire world. Jarvis! Yer killing me I can't believe I hadn't heard this song before Idolator.com!

Oh yeah, Idolator.com, DO IT. I don't always read the musicy blogs ( I likes my celebrity gossip/Lohan/satire blogs actually more), Stereogums ok and Brooklynvegan I barely ever even know those bands. Like, any of 'em. And I thought I was indie! Apparently not. BUT I digress, my beloved Gawker spawned FINALLY a music blog, and it's hilarious and wonderful and I will assert myself as a regular commenter cos I'm a nerrrrrrrd. Oh, yeah, and they have awesome free downloads. Cos lemme teeellll you I don't know if I'm gonna by the whole My Chemical Romance album I really don't, and it makes me sad cos I really LOVE Gerard and their first one, and he's an emohunk and all, but they're starting to sound like Queen. Like, whoa settle down maybe a tad with the theatrics. And wait WHAAA is going on with Brandon Flowers?! I saw him on SNL last week playing an icky tune and sporting a Liberace jacket and Colonel Sanders tie and stupidass 'stache. WHAT. I remember when I saw him in the goddamn video with Eric Roberts and I was in loooooove. What's happening to these pretty good mainstream talents?! We won't even TALK about Coldplay. JESUS. They're all going goddamn bonkers. But now I'm rambling..oh yeah.

SEXY SONG TIME. Hold onto yo panties!

Pulp's Feeling Called Love

I'll be yer plastic toy

I'm feeling almost fully recovered from my relapse of headcold ick, and it's Thursday, and I feel a lil' hellraisin bubblin in me..Liiiiit, didja miiiiiiss meeeeee..?? Hehe. Bad things always happen on NC 17 nights there. Anyways, I can't wait to see the Purrs on Saturday night, and let the accumulation of my frustration, confusion, bitterness and hostility out listenin to that one song ahhhhhhh Get on With Your Life yessssss I really can't wait. I can hear the spanishy noodly guitars now. And if I be goin by myself well that's jess fine wit me.

It's a beautiful Fall night in NYC. I'm gonna get into trubs.