| Happy saturday night from Lee. |
[Jul. 5th, 2009|01:15 am] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'My Drug Buddy' The Lemonheads | ] |
Here are some vids I felt like sharing.
First is a really rad cover of Regina Spektor's Hotel Song.
The Casanova mini-series I loved so. This is the promo.
And here, I didn't so much jump the bandwagon as moonwalk onto it.
I loved the Moonwalker movie.
RIP Michael, you helped make the 90's liveable.
Oh and this one just because Bette Midler is composed of awesome.
Have a good weekend everybody.
xox |
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| Oh fuck. |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|12:58 pm] |
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| |  drained | ] |
I think I failed uni.
Don't really give a shit. I ran out of reasons to be happy a long time ago.
But who's counting.
Gahh, what do I sound like. lol |
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| Ooh goody, complaining time! |
[Jun. 22nd, 2009|01:09 am] |
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| | 'Bury My Heart' Spinnerette | ] |
I savour this.
Just an interesting little discussion I've been having with one of my (many, unfortunately) less-than-happy friends.
Ahem.
( We dissect life, have a moan and a bitch, and I talk wise talk. )
Oh, and to round it up, passive aggression is my pet peeve right now.
That includes:
1. People - my ex's sweet deluded, to avoid being passive-aggressively ambigious myself - hatin' on me but not saying why. (Bitch got a problem? Bitch say it to my face, and tell me why, don't be sayin it to my friends and threatening to kill me for the sake of your blown-up drama. OK?
Grow up. And get a life while you're at it.)
2. People - and sod it, I will be ambiguous here, hypocrisy be damned - leaving vague Internet posts 500 times a day for the sake of attention.
"I am so mad about what a certain someone said to me today."
"I am wondering what is the point."
"i h8 ppl who r 2faced slagz U NO WHO U R".
(Especially that last bit: if you're willing to blast them, why not be willing to name them? Grow a pair or just don't say it. The latter is preferable.)
3. Bottling up your feelings and letting fly when drunk or high. We've all been guilty of this, I guess, and it isn't pleasant. We were subject to it from a mate in the pizzeria last night. Violently. Horrible. We'll all feel like crap afterwards, especially if the ranter is like myself, who is for some reason not inclined to be easily forgiven for such shitty behaviour. Please don't do it. Please can't we find a middle ground between raving like a fuckin lunatic on the Internet every time anything bothers you even a little bit, and acting like you're too tough to feel.
It's nuts.
Thank you. I feel at peace now. |
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| Boys are stupid, let's throw rocks at them. |
[Jun. 17th, 2009|08:46 pm] |
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| | 'Sister Kate' The Ditty Bops | ] |
My long, busy and boring week culminated in me holed up behind Gi's wardrobe again, emerging only to refill my mug. Been up in Derry a lot this week. Also been watching a lot of Doctor Who, and Casanova. Phwoar. I have the hormones of a twelve year old boy. And I love it!
Anyways, Chris situation is, I've buggered up (or he's buggered up?) out friendship for a while. Temporarily. A glitch. We went on a date - hung about, I helped him unpack, we went to the cinema, snogged, etc, but it didn't work out so we left it there. Or so I thought. Turns out now he didn't think so, and told our friends he was feeling sorry for me and thought I was doing a good job moving on, thanks to him. Hang on a bit. Yeah, I'm doing a great job moving on, thanks, but it's nowt to do with you. Jet told me how 'cute' we looked, curled up on top of a self service till in Asda the other night - morning, really, it was 3am - when in reality he was just being drunkenly emotional and complimenting me on, well, just about everything. Which apparently is due to him pitying me. He deserves more pity than I do. Just don't want to see him for a while now.
I want to be a DJ though.
I bought my sister a tent for her birthday. Which is a sign that I'm not harbouring jealousies about her going to Oxegen and me not. Course not. |
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| Playground crush much? |
[Jun. 8th, 2009|11:33 pm] |
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| | 'Above Ground' Norah Jones | ] |
I've got writer's block, I have no vocab or wit any more. I'll just keep talking like this. FTW.
Weird night on Saturday. There was this mad frisson going on between me and one of my friends. It knocked me for six and then we kissed at the end of the night outside the chip van - no tongue, just feeling - and now I'm all confused because I don't like him that way. Do I?
... Dun dun dun dun.
Bleh. Anyway, after two hours' sleep when I got home I was woken and dragged to Belfast for Gina's Communion. Puked the whole way which happily made them regret doing so. When we got there I joined the boys on the roof, opened a bottle of Stella and kept drinking for the rest of the day. Stayed overnight and in the morning went with Knut and Anna and Bernie to Kelly's Cellars for a few rounds before I got the bus home. It was great hanging out with them after all this time. They crack me up.
Three days til I see Jet again! |
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| Lemme at 'em. |
[Jun. 5th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
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| | 'Warrior's Code' Dropkick Murphys | ] |
Someone suggested I go on this punk dating site.
WTF it's so silly.
Harhar I love it. There is some hawt punx out there. |
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| Gosh, Eurythmics. Where have you been all my life? |
[May. 25th, 2009|09:55 pm] |
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| | 'Down In the Street' Cheap Trick | ] |
Kimya is amazing live. Really.
London? Overrated. Too cool for my liking. Though I did get a kick out of driving through Pentonville.
And I'm staying at my mum's. Unemployed and solitary. Bored off my tits but I get free meals. Thanks mum.
I want Jet to come back and I miss Liverpool and everyone in it. I signed the contract for our new house and the night before I left Sarah and I went up to the house (after trying to get in touch with the people that live there, who wouldn't answer their phones), and they wouldn't open the door to let us leave our stuff in the basement. Bastards.
I face terrifying debts if I can't get work. I don't like the idea of being in debt before I've even graduated. I'm a little scared to be honest.
And I hate a town where I can't even get a diet Dr Pepper. Spoilt whore that I am, I need this stuff. |
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| Why I have to go to Oxegen |
[May. 15th, 2009|12:46 am] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'Archipelago' Mirah | ] |
Because otherwise I'll never die happy.
Some more reasons:
Lily Allen, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Saw Doctors, Squeeze, The Specials, Glasvegas, Pete Doherty, Regina Spektor, The Saturdays.
No Pogues this year but whatevs.
RIP Betty Boop. |
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| You think being bisexual is hard ... |
[Apr. 29th, 2009|09:43 pm] |
... try being bi-national.
I got so much shit travelling between America, NI and Liverpool because of my different passports. Do I look like a terrorist? At all? Is it really necessary to keep making me strip off, feeling me up in public and firing questions at me? Hostility, oy.
Anyway, landed home yesterday. Body clock's still screwed up and never have any idea what time of day it is. And Jet's coming up next week and we're going to Leeds the day after for her birthday. It bothered me that I only got to see her for like two minutes over Easter. And we've both been very very busy.
Helen tried to score free tickets for Pink's concert in the arena tonight (which I was somehow unaware of, how?!), by tuning into Rock FM but no luck. Dang. Thanks anyways luv.
And I'm taking my mum with me to the Kimya concert in London. I was telling her how I was having a hard times deciding who to invite and she said "Who is this girl?" and I told her and she knew her as the girl half of the Moldy Peaches! I was impressed so I asked her to come, she likes London.
And I think tomorrow I'm picking up a cheque for MORE money? I didn't earn it but I sure as hell need it, so I'm asking no questions.
Last tidbit - my old lunchtime supervisor, Gladys, called me "freakishly good-looking". I was pleased to hear that, although a bit upset that it came from the old lady who used to make me stand in the corner instead of, say, someone hot. But I take my rare-as-fuck compliments where I can get them.
-xox |
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| Got Death? |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|11:15 pm] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'Womanizer' Lily Allen | ] |
This one cracked me up, the films generally sucked but I remember this one being funny.
( Abracalulz! ) |
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| And stay out |
[Apr. 18th, 2009|09:36 pm] |
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| | 'Leave Me Alone (I'm Lonely)' Pink | ] |
My clothes, boots, make-up, trashy magazines, food, notebooks, bags, toiletries and laptop have all been stacked waiting to leave. I just got here and I'm being sent back to the city already. I don't want to leave my grandma yet!
I'm using my cousin Johanna's laptop (sort of with permission) and savouring the only beer in the house. I have a hell of a headache. Gigi's on my computer, I introduced her to the wonder that is Clueless. She's using my gummy earphones, which she better not damage. Listening to my uncle Sean, the comic book geek, tell his little daughters - Grace and Eve, my cousins, I only met them today, they're cool - some comic story he's writing while he's sketching the artwork. I wish I could draw. Oh, and I love his friend Arashi's blog: http://www.arashimedia.com/?page_id=2.
We invented the best ball game ever. I'll teach it to you, right now I'm probably going to sit with my grandma while she guilts me. She's cool though. She said to me last week: "Never let anyone get to you, never spend all your time with one person. I'm not saying don't get married, but it will hurt you if you commit yourself to someone too much. They will resent you, you'll resent them and you'll be fighting all the time."
A lesson learnt already, but thanks Grandma. That's even worth you ambushing me with a camera.
I need another beer. I'll be back at some point.
Over 'n out. |
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| I'm a New York dork |
[Apr. 17th, 2009|10:10 pm] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'Chinese' Lily Allen | ] |
Just a few points to serve as a catch-up.
1. I am hopelessly addicted to That 70's Show. And Eric Forman, who is far freakin out and the sexiest nerd ever. "Damn you glass eye."
2. I am travelling BACK to Pennsylvania tomorrow to stay in Joanna's trailer. That's a three hour journey and I left my iPod charger in Long fuckin Island so if that battery dies I will do likewise. Should be fun.
3. My old 'hood, where I'm staying tonight, is just as I remember it. The smashed-up basketball courts, the steakhouse, the old 7-11, hasn't nothing changed. That's kind of comforting.
4. I went to Chinatown and bought junk for all of my homegirls. And a big sack of candy for Jet, as promised, because she's the best of all. Chin up girl.
5. My 2 grand payment finally came through. I can pay off my debts and keep myself alive until I get a summer job.
6. I'm looking forward to getting a tattoo while I'm here. Going to ask my cousin Paulette which parlour's the best, she has more tats than I can or want to count.
7. I love my family. We're having a mini-reunion at my grandma's tomorrow which I hope will be fun. It was great catching up with everybody again - though my cousin Kristin still doesn't talk, which is weird. She drove me into town today without saying a word, even when I chatted to her. I'm wondering if she's adopted.
8. Fern's photographer asked her to ask me to take part in a fetish shoot. Yay? I said I'd take it into consideration, but what I meant was: nahhh.
Oh, and happy belated Zombie Jesus Day. |
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| There's radiation in my TV set |
[Apr. 9th, 2009|04:26 pm] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'So Much Better When You're Naked' Ida Maria | ] |
American TV has hijacked my mind.
I got trapped in PA for four days with my grandma, watching way too much 24 and NCIS. (Abby from NCIS may be my favourite television character ever.) Their house is about 6 miles from the nearest store, I only got to escape to Grand Union for one day to stock up on junk food. I've put on about 10 pounds since the weekend. But I just fit in around here. Gave me an excuse to buy loads of stylish baggy clothes at Wal-Mart.
Annie drove me back to Long Island via New Jersey today. Got a great photo of the skyline from the window of the land rover but knocked my memory card out. I'd make a crap tourist. It was great seeing Queens again though - my old bourgh. Hopefully going into the city tomorrow and staying with my uncle Sean in the Bronx - actually, staying in the apartment upstairs where his two daughters live with a man who used to be a woman and their mom and Sean's wife. Aaron, nee Erin. This is why, when people ask me "Why are you so fucked up?" I can reply cheerfully, "Genes."
Right now I'm staying with the Paradisos in Long Island. Feeling a bit creeped out. The 'burbs have the effect on me.
More later, bitches. Watch this space. |
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| I miss being silly with Jet |
[Apr. 2nd, 2009|01:13 am] |
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| | 'Union City Blue' Blondie | ] |
'Lucy's skinner than me ... bitch.'
'Shall we sit on her, lard sister?'
'Yeah, she'll break in half immediately.'
'Sounds painful.'
'I've got at least two of her ribs.'
'Let's play xylophone on her spine!
....Annnnd that's enough Tim Burton for me.' |
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| Zzzzzzzzzzzzztt |
[Mar. 31st, 2009|09:49 pm] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'Not Tonight' Tegan and Sara | ] |
Just got a little shock of excitement. You know when your mind slumps and then you remember something great and it goes off in your mind like a spark?
I'm going to NEW FUCKING YORK, BABY.
I haven't been in so long. It's keeping me sane while I wade through all this work. Have to have a month's articles finished in two days. Started packing last night to take my mind off it. Clothes all over my room. Bad zen state but good for morale.
Still going to gym and yet still fat. This is puzzling.
Have to miss Angela's big night out tomorrow. Damn news stories, ruining my life.
Three days y'all. |
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| Let me in your window!! |
[Mar. 26th, 2009|01:13 am] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'Kiss the Girl' Vitamin C | ] |
I'm glad I have friends just because they gang up on me and make me do things that are good for me. Like get stuck into some amazing literature when I've become book-celibate to all but graphic novels and music bios.
* I finished reading Wuthering Heights. It took me four days, but I finally closed it up on the couch in the living room (TV's on the blink, which as it turns out is a good thing). And I miss it already! It was probably the best 'old' book I've ever read, which isn't saying much, since despite the learned airs I might give off I never read that many. She doesn't drag out every pointless bit of trivia for pages on end like most of the ones I was forced to read at school do. Which is great for me, since I'm a skimmer and have the attention span of a goldfish. Too much heavy detail with funny descriptions and I come grinding to a halt. The characters are great and sparky and I think 'Nelly Dean' has become my new favourite name. Heathcliff still hasn't. But when you can see elements of something you know in characters it hits you somewhere in the heart.
* Problem is, I took it from the library now I want to keep it and I have a quirk where if I like a book a lot, I want to keep THAT version. Books kind of absorb something through time, and when you fall in love with it, you fall in love with that particular version. Like many moons ago when I read Dracula for the first time and the school library made me give it back, and I found another copy in a different print but it wasn't the same. It was like fucking your lover's brother. All wrong. So I got it again and a high school education later it's still chillin on my shelf. Also, bit of triv: the portrait on the front (with a chick that looks a LOT like Bette Davis), is hanging in the art gallery just down the street from me. That was one of those statements only I care about. I love those.
I read it through with Kate Bush's song in my head the whole way. I got the impulse to call home late last night and just gushed about this to my mum; she'd read it too (figures, she gives off those airs too but hers have a bibliography) and we essentially praised the hell out of it. She mentioned that Pat Benatar did a version of the song. HOW had I not heard of this? It was on Crimes of Passion, that's how.
Anyroad I downloaded that too and here's both of them for your amoosment.
I like this version of Kate's better, even though the ghostly one's still a classic. I love how she dances. I wish I could dance like that.
And I'm telling you to pick up this book and for the love of God read it. You won't regret it - so do it! Or Cathy'll getcha!
Just kidding ... I'm ruining the tone of it. It's witty but it's grim. But oh so beautiful.
On a less educated note, it's so cold in here I can see my nips through my shirt. To bed methinks. |
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| Wow, I am a little old lady who's heart was broken. |
[Mar. 21st, 2009|06:41 pm] |
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| You Scored as All Hail MOM You're pretty mean. You like to be the boss and won't take "no" for an answer. If things don't go your way you fight and cuss, and kill as necessary. But underneath all that evil-genius you are really just a little old lady who's heart was broken. Maybe you just need some lovin.
| Oh, Bless your heart. You're Professor Farnsworth |
| 67% |
| Zapp Brannigan. You jerk. |
| 50% |
| Get over yourself...AMY |
| 50% |
| Oh, my God. You're Fry. |
| 50% |
| Ewe. You're Dr. Zoidberg |
| 33% |
| You, darling...are Leela. |
| 33% |
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| GAmazing. |
[Mar. 20th, 2009|01:29 pm] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'Overrated (Everything Is)' Less Than Jake | ] |
Normally I don't post about TV and shit, but this week's Grey's Anatomy (yeah, I watch it again, and this is why I believe in second chances) was so doggone brilliant that I have to praise it. Here's why.
Here be spoilers, by the way!
( Arr, Ye be warned. ) |
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| Anyone for pudding? |
[Mar. 19th, 2009|01:19 pm] |
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| | 'Bite the Curb, Bite the Curb' Dillinger Four | ] |
Yuck. What is the point of the fucking gym if I'm fatter now than ever? My weight bunjees between being slim to being a rhino in a matter of days now. It's a lovely sunny day so I stripped off to my vest top walking home and caught my reflection. I looked like one of those fat chicks who pretend they don't notice they're fat and dress in stuff only Kate Moss could pull off. (I blame the hair. Don't know how, but now everything's the hair's fault.) Lunged for the scales when I got home (I hardly ever use them any more) and I've put on five pounds from nowhere. Hmmm. I want to go sunbathe or summat but there's no way I'm getting into a bikini looking like this. One day off the diet and I turn into Johnny fucking Vegas!
Should've gone to Lauren's art exhibition but it was too nice a day to waste in some bloody art gallery. Also pissed off a bit because Bricksy was a bitch to me earlier. Stupid boy. Boys are stupid. Let's throw rocks at them.
I downloaded some Dillinger Four last night after reading Mitch Clem's persuasive column. Skanking Dillinger Four and Girls Aloud. I'm silly. |
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| I need a weekend for sure |
[Mar. 14th, 2009|06:03 pm] |
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| | 'Gravel Pit' Wu-Tang Clan | ] |
I thought this last time I was high.
I remember it word for word, don't know how, but the brain is an amazing thing and I don't question it.
'It bites that I can't talk to you face to face.
I wanted to distract myself so I went into the kitchen and ate a can of corn. I cut my chin on the ring can.
And then she appears and starts yelling at me. She says I have to keep both hands on the wheel and play the game right.
I'm angry because I don't like her telling me what to do when she doesn't know what to do herself.
And then she vanishes and I'm stuck thinking about you again.'
Weeeiirrd.
I don't even know who 'she' is.. though I have some ideas.
Back to lucidity.
I didn't sleep for 42 hours, and I had to get up at 7 yesterday morning and report a trial involving a gang scrum where some guy bit another guy's fingers off. I went across the street to get a coffee and a crowd had formed when I got back. It was bloody fun pushing my way through the crowds holding my coffee in the air roaring, "Scuse me, move it! Oi, I'm a journalist!" We were talking to some oldish woman called Jeanette who lectures at my school and lack of sleep and hyperactivity got hold of me and I just kept yacking on about anything at top speed. Faux pas.
And one of the times I hate being right - the evil hairdresser whacked all my hair off and left me looking like a donkey's nut. It's fucking miserable every time I see myself in the mirror. I demanded my money back and I'm buying some extensions tomorrow.
Been watching loads of Fresh Prince to cheer me up. Fuck this takes me back in time! This show is da bomb. Reminds me of these dream I had as a kid where Will Smith used to hang out with my friends, back when he was cool and not some stupid movie star.
I don't know if I wanna go to Ben's party tonight. Fern and Sarah will most likely twist my arm in the end though. They're going to the Kray afterwards, and I hate the Kray, plus I'm broke. Although I put my name down to work for Andy Scott handing out copies of Wireless (the shitty student magazine). Also got the possibility to interview the Fuel Girls! Lalalala. |
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| I gotta shave my legs |
[Mar. 12th, 2009|06:17 pm] |
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| | 'Don't Get Me Wrong' The Pretenders | ] |
Last night I had a bad bad dream. Not that what happened was bad, but it was bad to have dreamt about it. I was hanging out in this strange building where people I knew were doing some kind of artistic thing by posing really still on platforms like mannequins, in these weird plateau-like scenes. Then the object of my foolish affections steps off his platform and he's upset and he tells me he loves me. Oh bitch I do not want THAT resurfacing again.
I want to hang out with Angela and the girls more often. I've been kicking it with Louise and Hel and the boys recently. Wonder if she's resenting me for that, or maybe she doesn't notice. Oh well, I'll be nice. I'm getting my hair trimmed tomorrow at the hairdressers, despite my hatred of pro haircuts. Haven't had one since last summer when I hair modelled for Jolene (who I think Don models for now), and I didn't have to pay for that. Don't trust hairdressers, if you say "cut it all off" they put up a fight and will just snip itty bits off it. If you say "just a trim, I'm growing it out, don't touch my bangs", they practically take a chainsaw to it. Which is one of the reasons I believe in DIY haircuts. I offered to do Kane's mohawk when he dresses like a punk for his costume party at the Roxy, but he says his missus is taking care of that. Felt pouty. He took my tartan suspenders though.
Amy told me that Mary is looking for someone to live with her and Billy and Dani, and gave me her number so I talked to her about it. Never gonna happen though. Gotta keep looking. |
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| We're all mad in our own way |
[Mar. 11th, 2009|03:14 pm] |
Grrraa, do I loathe the poetic justice that, if you judge people constantly for doing something and get pissy with them for it, it'll come back and bite you on the arse and you'll do it yourself. Just nipped out to the shop to get some sweeties (yeah I know it's Lent but I reckon it doesn't count if you're going to share them - Christian sprit, innit?), I handed my change over to the woman and she took it and dropped it. I yelled out, "Sorry!" even though I hadn't done it. Then I had to compound that idiocy by saying out loud to myself, "Wait, it wasn't my fault."
Woman looked at me like I was mental. I just grinned and took my change.
My new charger came today, as did my spankin' new Bridget Jones DVD. (Yeah, I know you took it. Keep it and add it to the rest of your chick flicks, ya big fairy dyke.) I love this cuz it's one of those movies where you can bob your head through the whole thing and say, "Been there, sister. Respect."
And I'm back on the coffee. One vice goes, another returns. Hello headaches. Come make my life hell again. I missed you. You torture me, I torture other people. We're a team. |
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| Come worship my corpse! |
[Mar. 9th, 2009|11:40 pm] |
Like the nice tidbit in BJD where Princess Di dies and she hasn't got flowers so she leaves a copy of Vogue outside the Palace, since she knows she liked it.
Got me thinking that if, God forbid, I ever died in a traffic accident and people left stuff at the side of the road as they do, what they would leave me. Something more touching than anonymous old flowers (well, not literally anonymous, since they would probably have my name all over them, and most likely a sappy "we'll miss you, our treasure"-esque verse even though they never met me and probably wouldn't go a bundle on me if they did). Idea of Pink/Clash Cds and Tank Girl comics and the like sitting at Hamilton's Corner seems so bizarre. Especially surrounding obligatory photos of my face like some kind of posthumous shrine.
I so hope I get reincarnated or come back as a ghost so I can see what the world's like after I'm dead. Did I read Vicky Angel too many times as a kid, or what? Hey Jet, remember when we were like thirteen and I used to pretend I was your guardian angel? Mad stuff. |
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| Has somebody been spiking my drink?? |
[Mar. 8th, 2009|03:53 pm] |
How come I feel exhausted every time I work out now? Ten minutes in and I feel like collapsing. Plus my head's been all swimmy. Stupid brain. Caffeine must be draining the iron out of my system. I don't feel I've lost much weight, and I won't use the scary scales at the gym. I like to use my own, which I've tampered with specially.
The AWOL after-party last night was rad. I didn't make the Reclaim the Night march but I caught up with them at the Guild and got some interviews for my article and met a lot of really cool people. The live music was brilliant, especially the first act, Jo Bywater. (Check 'er out here: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=33981231.) I got some quotes from her girlfriend Su amongst other people. The second girl playing was completely insane, Gemma something or other, and she had us up doing the hokey cokey, which I hadn't done in sixteen years but pulled off pretty well. The third act was a Le Tigre-esque band. One girl, Jenny, burnt things with me and took my number. And of course loads of ballsy feminist ranting, which is always an adreneline kick. I had to run home in the rain feeling kind of drunk even though I'd only had a few Buds, and when I got in I started talking to my old friend Bernie. I don't remember what about. Ah.
I think this flat needs some feng shui. I know it's bollocks but it could probably work on some level, like a placebo for your mind. No chance though, ever since Nat's moved out the place has been a dump. No room for peace of mind around plastic bags spewing pizza boxes. Maybe when I get my own. Haha, yeah right. |
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| Blood, sweat & tears |
[Mar. 6th, 2009|09:21 pm] |
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| | Frank's lil speeches | ] |
Gahh, fucking gym shite. I had all this free energy ready to burn but hangover plus hang-on bested me. Sickk. Only stuck it out 15 minutes and burnt 170 calories. Huh. Dispiriting knowing I was probably going to go home and eat three times that in baked beans and spice rice.
Don't care. New series of Shameless is uh-mazing. And little Carl got hot. What the fuck! |
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| Inner poise what? |
[Mar. 6th, 2009|03:08 pm] |
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| | 'Back It Up, Boys' Peaches | ] |
Oh glorious sunny day. I made it to court this morning without collapsing in agony despite my bitch of a hangover, so that put a spring in my step. Tralala.
Got pissed at Amy's drinking sesh in our flat last night. Three kinds of alcopop, Red Bull, cider and vodka mixed up in a saucepan and I actually slugged a lot of wine as well when me and Hel were hiding out in my room (can't remember what from). Threw up all over the place and I remember Hel in a similar state hollering abuse at me while Kane and Mike lifted me off the bathroom floor. I was lying up the wrong end of my bed for ages, completely spaced while we smoked the last of my Marlboros. My room was completely trashed when I woke up and I drank a ton of coffee in the living room with the curtains pulled. I couldn't find my shoes when Claire came banging on my door to go to the courthouse. I wouldn't have bothered except that it seemed like fate that I'd actually woken up early. When we got there this dead important looking bloke came over and started ordering us around and Louise kept smirking. I asked her what was up and she told me, "He's my friend's dad and he was arrested last year for possession of coke."
Hahaha ... I love to see pompous authority figures taken down a notch. Or a thousand.
I see Cadillac Records is out. I really want to see this. I hope Beyonce does Etta James justice. I love me some Etta. I was watching Single Ladies (how fucking bizarre is that video? That dance is just the shit) and I reckoned their voices are similar enough. Also want to see The Boat That Rocked; we're looking at radio pirates in journo history and they reccommend that we watch this. Knowing Curtis it's likely to be chock full of letchy old geezers and 'free-spirited' American bimbettes with sicky smiles ("Is it still raining? I'm too thick to notice!"), but it's got Rhys Ifans (who I thought was hot stuff in Little Nicky) and a sexy soundtrack, so rock on.
Fiiiinally mailed off all my eBay shit. And it's Friday. Junk food and junk TV tonight with Explicit Fern!
(No wine though.. urgh.) |
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Oh week, you are truly awesome.
Just a twitter roundup really.
Mike's birthday on Saturday night was fucking fun. His Manc mate and I kept abusing each other verbally and physically all night and then ended up having sex in Mojo. Violent crazy bastard. Then had to walk home with Hel, Nick and Claire and we met Mike, Kane, Devon and some bloke she met outside Lime St station and walked home through the freezing crowded streets at 4am. Kane saved my life by giving me his shirt.
Kicking my smoking old school ... giving Louise the rest of my cigs, since I probably owe her that many anyways.
My tickets to NY are through - although they booked them so that the return was the next day, and cost me seventy-five quid to rectify that. It was THEIR fucking mistake. Oi. That's my trip to London next week cancelled.
But I've never felt better in my life. Who knew what a new set of clothes and make-up could do, eh? I mentioned to my mum, jokingly "Who cares what Germaine Greer says?" and she told me that Germaine Greer had done a centerfold 40 years ago. Ah, faith in humanity. Adi-fucking-ós.
Little Tremors playing Heebie Jeebies in a couple of weeks! Kane swears he met Rise Against at the train station last week and swapped phone numbers, but then Kane says a lot of stuff.
Am bloody sick. Must have caught it off Hel, who has the immunne system of an Aids patient.
Have been offered to join in Fern's next photoshoots with Lethal Gemma, either fantasy or neo-punk. Check out last week's here http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=441422575&albumId=961797 under Lethal Images. Reminded me of something she said last night, "I need a makeover. I can't be a wannabe punk forever."
Ugh, headache. Going to drink some more vanilla green tea. |
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