Thursday, April 28, 2005
[ im feelin this: peee ]
[ im feelin this:drunkity ]
[ im feelin this: sleepiness ]
[ im feelin this: pilates pain ]
[ im feelin this: cut ]
[ im feelin this: dukes up ]
[ im feelin this ]
For here? 
or to go.
opposites
attract< back of bag
i love you by plane, train and automobile
[soundtrack to life: rilo kiley ]
There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything And the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex and then there is no mystery left
And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief When the lonliness leads to bad dreams
and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you and I call you and say "C'MERE!"
And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
And it's bad news
Baby it's bad news
It's just bad news, bad news, bad news
'Cause you're just damage control
for a walking corpse like me - like you
'Cause we'll all be
Portions for foxes
Yeah we'll all be
Portions for foxes
There's a pretty young thing in front of you and she's real pretty and she's real into you and then she's sleepin' inside of you and the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex and then there is no mystery left
And it's bad news
I don't blame you
I do the same thing
I get lonely too
And you're bad news
My friends tell me to leave you
That you're bad news, bad news, bad news
You're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
I like you
Any chimp can play human for a day.
Use his opposable thumbs to iron his uniform
and run for office on election day
fancy himself a real decision maker
and deploy more troops than salt shakers.
But it's a jungle when war is made,
and you'll panic and throw your own shit at the enemy.
The camera pulls back to reveal your true identity.
Look, it's a sheep in wolf's clothing.
A smoking gun holding ape.
Any asshole can open up a museum.
Put all of the things he loves on display
so everyone could see them.
The house, a car, a thoughtful wife
ordinary moments in his ordinary life.
But if she breaks a smile, she'll give you away
'cause no one wants to pay to see your happiness.
No one wants to pay to see your day to day
and I'm not buying it either
but I'll try selling it anyway.
Any idiot can play Greek for a day
and join a sorority or write a tragedy
and articulating all that pain
and maybe you'll get paid.
But it's a sin when success complains,
and your writers block- it don't mean shit.
Just throw it against the wall and see what sticks.
Gotta write a hit.
I think this is it.
It's a hit.
And if it's not,
then it's a holiday for hanging
yeah it's a holiday for hanging
yeah it's a holiday for hanging
yeah it's a holiday for hanging
yeah shoo-bop-shoo-bop my baby
Any fool can play executioner for a day,
and say with fingers pointed in both directions
'he went thataway',
It's only a switch or syringe,
aww, exempt from eternal sins.
But you still wear a cross,
and you think you're gonna get in.
Ah, but the pardons never come from up-stairs.
They're always a moment too late,
but it's entertainment
keep the crowd on their toes,
it's justice, we're safe.
It's not a hit, it's a holiday
shoo-bop-shoo-bop my baby
It's a holiday for hanging, yeah
It's a holiday for hanging, yeah
It's a holiday for hanging, yeah
It's a holiday for hanging, yeah
I'm a holiday for hanging,
I'm a holiday for hanging,
I'm a holiday yeah
I'm a holiday for hanging,
It's a holiday for hanging, yeah
in love with love and lousy poetry
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
[soundtrack to life: commercials, rilo kylie in my head- portions for foxes ]
hello friends! so in the past few days i went to hoboken, met a little baby, handed in a major report, found a crazee monologue and washed very important costumes.
what did you do?
currently i am enjoying an adult beverage whilst friends is on in the background and i stole laundry from the twin oaks establishment. yes! awesum free laundry. uhhh also the other day i made eggs for myself Woowwww
there is a blonde wig under my bed, if you want it, come get it. it belongs to one, jen sandella, but i needed it for a scene for class, and well she said she didnt want it back... but i dont think i have an occasion that i need a blonde wig for, and it is in a bit of dissarray so i would have to like brush it and brushing a fake hair wig just doesnt seem like a good idea.
i have made a few more bags and ill try to get them up here. i sold one bag to one , jen sandella, who bought the jar o' stars bag in orange. i take requests. im desperate people. 7 bucks a bag...not bad and if were close maybe ill give you a hefty discount.
well enough of me, there is a little baby in the world now his name is eamon and he is 7 lbs 8 oz and very very cute. i cant wait till he grows a little and i can have at him! i mean that in a positive way like i love kids.
my phone rang.
well anyways i always think of things to say here but never remember when i want to post.
ill remember in ten minutes.
well see yah
in love with love and lousy poetry
Monday, April 25, 2005
[soundtrack to life : fiona appple in my head, cars on the bqe in life]
so friends, today is passover and i am off school. because to them, jewish holidays are more important than american holidays, but i pretty much hate america, so i guess ill agree. i have recently woken up on 70 N. henry street in greenpoint, brooklyn, and im about to start my day soon.yawn, stretch..thats what i just did.
i just read the presidents Ipod playlist and im glad to know he likes the Knack's my sherona. i mean who doesnt love singing the only audible part of the song, "MYmymymymy Woooo! m-m-m-my sherona." good one george. apparently my sherona is about faling in love with a gurl half your age, super awesum! and who gave you said ipod, dun dun dun! his two daughters...looks like to me, he is sticking with his country ways and in love with barbera and whatever the other ones name is.
haha imjust kidding. GWB is also a gib fan of toby keith, writer of how do you like me now, what happens in mexico stays in mexico, and im pretty sure he wrote all those shitty 9/11 songs."where were you....9/11,9/11,9/11..." god i love south park
well anyways, those were some thoughts on the president, his ipod, and uh what im doing now.
good day sir.
in love with love and lousy poetry
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
[soundtrack to life: whatever, Jill Scott ]
so my bags ive made so far are below. and if you like em, and you want one, let me know... ill charge you a nominal fee cuz they cost me a nominal fee and ill charge you for labor for me to make a profit. so the economic capitalistic system works.
i also failed to mention that i saw sin city this passed weekend. i really enjoyed it. it was gorey- but the blood was white and that made it ever so much cooler. i really liked it and i think you will too.
thats all ... i think
in love with love and lousy poetry
scissors!
purple walkman
purple headphones
jar o stars
Monday, April 18, 2005
[soundtrack to life: hum of my fridge and the music in my head ]
hello friends.
it has been a short while, but alas, por proteus, i have been busy.
scene work has take over my life.
acting has taken over my life, and actually-i couldnt be happier.
school is trying to take over my life and that makes me murderous. or just really lazykind of opposites i think...
iran report is due tomorrow, and i hope it goes well. we'll see. i dont really care that lady sux.
ive been a little stencil-whore and ive been making bags. ill put up some pix when ihave time. theyre really very good, so im told, and im really proud. so if you want em, get your hands on em.
my cool thing for the week is writing. i was writing today and i had to stop unfortunately but it was really theraputic.
write a story today for yourself or someone else. you'll like it i swear.
in love with love and lousy poetry
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
[soundtrack to life: dukes up :-P ]
so, here is my post-spring-break entry. i have a lot of shit to do.
yiiiipes! and a lot of hanging out to do to, cuz like i did none at home. i saw bets twice, once in hampden where we played with her computer and i looked at a book of symbols and we talked about ludacris and mcdonalds. another time we went to Double T and got a fiesty waitress and she knew someone and we stared at them the whole time and i had eggs, she had grilled cheeze with tomato. beth did a great hampden accent and recanted a story about her neighbors and their vehicles and how much this lady sucked and i loved every minute of it.
i saw rachel once, we had great cupcakes, she got the last apple-salad and felt guilty only mine was the same just with out the apples. :-P she had tea, i had coffee and she made fun of me for being so american. it rained, she went to work for cowboy mouth which i can assuredly say sucked for her.
i saw my grand-father with half a face and got like 2 years taken off my life because of the smoke inhalation from his house. my mom tried to convice him to get meals on wheels. which i think is a funny set of words and always makes me laugh.
my mother and i went shopping a lot and i got some clothes, so did she.
for easter we went to tio pepe's which was good and the "gypsy's arm" was delicious as always, go pine nuts!
my "dell DJ" is slowly dying, causing me pain and curiosity... if they are so shitty, why keep making them?
sorry quasai noah, that is his name, you just aint makin the cut.
as we speak i am slowly ripping a shirt from the inside out. i guess i got fat. ha. well anyways, thats enough junk for now.
seeing that the fruit that ate itself is now over.
in love with love and lousy poetry
Sunday, April 03, 2005
[soundtrack to life ]
this blog on hiatus till i get back to school and have some thoughts worth typing out...
in love with love and lousy poetry
