Lateshoes

The real thing:
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Yargh – WordPress won’t let me embed the damn thing -go here.

I am kinda thinking that Heroes sucks.

I miss Veronica Mars.

I think I kind of want to eat some ice cream, but it’s 1:30am and I’m in bed and Lars is asleep and so “I think” that may be kind of creepy.

I love curry chicken salad on a baguette, good lyrics, a kick ass bass line, the beach, family - 

I know I should go to bed, but it’s Friday. Fuck the man.

I want to have a million or so bucks. 

I have this reoccurring fantasy where someone pays off all of my debt.

I wish *for world peace, puppies, rainbows, and unicorns*… and for someone to pay off all of my debt.

I hate Republicans. Look, I’m sorry -I’ve tried to play the benevolent “lib nut,” but, I just can’t stand those people and they can’t stand me, let’s face it. They never pretend to be nice, so why should I? 

I am scared of Republicans. 

I feel a little bit tired. A little in denial about being tired.

I hear Radiohead in my headphones. (Yep, still sad-sacking it after that “sad songs” post)

I smell the chocolate ice cream calling to me all the way from the freezer in the kitchen.

I don’t think I will actually get up and eat ice cream, but there’s a pretty intense war about it, going on in my noggin.

I wonder how people can listen to Sarah Palin and not think she’s a moron. “When Putin rears his head….flies into our air space.. …it’s Alaska….Maverick…thanks, but no thanks.” 

I care about the well-being of others. 

I am not afraid of shooting my big, fat mouth off. 

I believe that the episode of Angel where he gets turned into a puppet, is just about the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

I dance in my underwear sometimes. Usually while cleaning the house.

I sing lots of Rhianna in the car. I’m going to karaoke the shit out of “Umbrella” some day.

I write lots of work emails. 

I win the lottery without even buying a ticket.

I lose when I snooze and don’t get out of bed to sneak some ice cream.

I never did trust that Beaver. 

I listen to people even when they don’t deserve it.

I can be found at the library.

I read all of the movie credits.

I am happy when the house is clean and smells nice, when my family and friends are happy, when people see through the bullcrap.

I tag anyone.

“Pick the six saddest songs you can think of, list the titles, and pick what you think is the saddest line from each.”

1. Archipelago – Mirah

“I’m in the Arichipelago and
I’m waiting to arrive.
I’m in the Arichipelago and I
know I’m still alive.
You finally told me what you had
been thinking for so long.
And it breaks my heart wide open
but I know that I’ll be stronger
next time.”

2. Grand Canyon – Magnetic Fields

“If I was the Grand Canyon I’d echo everything you’d say, but I’m just me, I’m only me and you used to love me that way. So you know how to love me that way.”

3. Sad as a Willow – (my friends) Carrie & Richard

Listen for yourself. It’s about Willow and Tara breaking up on Buffy and it breaks my heart every time I hear it. 

“Oh baby! I’d like you to know that I love you now, now I love you more and I’ll change for you all that is bad, keep throwing it away until the day you take my hand. Be my girl again. But, I know, you’ll never be my girl”

4. Biggest Lie – Elliott Smith

“You turned white like a saint. I’m tired of dancing on a pot of gold-flaked paint. Oh we’re so very precious, you and I. And everything that you do makes me want to die. Oh I just told the biggest lie. I just told the biggest lie. The biggest lie”

5. Please, Please, Please Let me Get What I Want – The Smiths

Really, I think the title speaks for itself.

6. Let Down – Radiohead

“Transport, motorways and tramlines, 
starting and then stopping, 
taking off and landing, 
the emptiest of feelings, 
disappointed people, clinging on to bottles, 
and when it comes it’s so, so, disappointing. 

Let down and hanging around, 
crushed like a bug in the ground. 
Let down and hanging around.”

It is now officially my birthday – well, sort of. I was born some time in the morning on September 22, 1974, Eastern Standard Time. So 2am counts, right?

So, what is it I’m doing to celebrate, you ask? Well, I’m in bed, watching Xanadu (with limited commercial breaks) on my laptop, of course.

Also, I was just memed by Melissa – and what the meme wants, the meme gets. So, here I am, doing the above. Olivia Newton John and her muse-sisters are dancing their way out of a mural to ELO’s  “I’m Alive!” as I type.

Instructions:
Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don’t change your clothes, don’t fix your hair…just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.

So, there it is kids – you know what to do.

waterloo-abba 1974

mandy-barry manilow 1975

rich-girl-Hall & Oates 1976

police & thieves-the clash 1977

radio radio-elvis costello 1978

boys dont cry -the cure 1979

atmosphere-joy division 1980

our lips are sealed-the go go’s 1981

just can’t get enough-depeche mode 1982

blue monday-new order 1983

political song for michael jackson to sing-minutemen 1984

a pair of brown eyes-the pogues 1985

she’s an angel-they might be giants 1986

unhappy birthday-morrissey 1987

where is my mind-pixies 1988_

drug test-yo la tengo 1989

dirty boots-sonic youth 1990

graffiti-throwing muses 1991

safari-the breeders 1992

new radio-bikini kill 1993

falling is like this-ani difranco 1994

st ides heaven-elliott smith 1995

i feel alright-steve earle 1996

dig me out-sleater kinney 1997

two headed boy-neutral milk hotel 1998

hot topic-le tigre 1999

family tree-belle & sebastian 2000

mt. st. helens-mirah 2001

united we don’t-bratmobile 2002

so say i-the shins 2003

i don’t believe you 2004

upon this tidal wave of young blood-clap your hands and say yeah 2005

ballad of human kindness-the dears 2006

it’s been raining-kimya dawson 2007

think about it-flight of the conchords 2008

Sigh. Life has been -busy. So busy, in fact that I can barely muster Twittering, let alone full-fledged, thought-out blogging. At least the kind of blogging that goes anywhere beyond – “Sarah Palin = wtf?”

I barely know what to say now. I only know I’ve missed you, blog. I’ve missed you so. I want to tell you that I’m not sure if I’ll even make it through this entire season of Top Model. I want you to know how much and how deeply I hate “Sharepoint,” – How it’s unpredictable and cruel like a Disney villain. I want to remind you once again that I HATE sun dried tomatoes and no matter how many times people try to slip them into my food, I will never be convinced that they are anything other than super-sweet, concentrated poison. 

I want to tell you all about my new favorite show. It’s called Tiny Tots for Jesus, blog and they perform (and I use that term loosely) skits meant to train kids how to “share Jesus TO their friends,” that contain about 2% biblical relevance and 900% bull crap. For example – this extremely white woman with a blanket over her head, meant to indicate that it’s “Jesus Times” frantically tells this old lady about how her husband, “Colipicus” ran into a mysterious stranger, who he then invited to dinner. Then suddenly, while Jesus, er I mean, the mysterious stranger was passing the mashed potatoes, it was like “scales fell off their eyes” and they knew it was Jesus! Yay! The end. Excuse me what?

That’s total crap. Why not tell an actual story about Jesus? There are only, I don’t know – about 10 million in that book you keep saying you’ve read. 

This show expresses, in a nutshell exactly what I can’t stand about the “Christian Right.” Never mind what Jesus actually taught and stood for – you can just throw him in any old story and make it mean whatever you want…and then claim that the rest of us (“liiiiberals”) are sinners because your fake-Jesus story told you so. But, but… GAH!

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Sorry, Tracy was unavailable to finish this post after her head exploded.

1. Whenever people use the word, “whenever” whenever they really mean, “when.” (i.e. Whenever I talked to my mom yesterday.)

2. Sarah Palin. I was not baffled by her stunt casting on the Republican ticket – I mean, I get it – she’s a woman with a vag-ine, just like Hillary – just like me, but her speech tonight is making me want to sauce her taco with battery acid. Seriously, yesterday I rolled my eyes – tonight I want to fight her in an alley. 

Bash Obama’s “experience” again, lady I never heard of until last week! 

3. The hair that’s been stuck in my eyeball since last night.

4. Republicans in general. Watching them in their natural habitat has reaffirmed my intense fear of foamy-white, creepy-eyed ghouls, swathed in primary colors. 

5. Tyra Banks. This really needs no explanation. But, really are they going to refer to themselves as “Alpha Jay,” “Beta Jay.” and “TyraBot” all season?