if you'd just let me give them back to you

i guess american vogue does have a purpose after all. the odd music suggestion.

a man at seven is the true man

last week i got around in finally finishing the seven up series. it only took me a year to watch the last two installments. anyways, i've fallen in love with nicholas, who quite possibly is the only only man i find attractive with a mustache, despite his wife being a major self-conscious cunt. but it is neil who i truly found interesting, fascinating, and all other possible synonyms. one could describe his life as depressing, heartbreaking, blah blah blah, but the only thing i see is a honest man. and so, i leave with my favorite quote said by him:

"i know how tempting it is to escape into fantasies, to believe i already am a successful writer, to believe i've got lots of friends, to believe if only i had done such and such my life would have been different, but the most difficult thing is to accept the reality, to be what we are in a situation, that's terribly difficult."

and in the lord's name we pray, amen.

this is a threat

regina sighting

marry me

what

say what you mean, say what you mean

you mean you don't actually know?

the sound of your fat thighs rubbing together is making me deaf

these videos are amazing.

dead, asleep, wonder

bowery ballroom, september 2, 7pm, $20

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Playmate

All I can say is to buy next month's Playboy

the after dinner payback

anyway, got a job at the standard hotel in the meatpacking district and it's really hard (9.5-10 hour shifts, little money, uncomfortable shoes), but i see celebrities all the livelong day. my first day really set the tone when the first customers to come into the restaurant were jay-z and beyonce. "can someone get me a bartender, beyonce needs a drink," said one of the managers during the pre-meal meeting. my kind of girl. after that i've bussed tables for anna wintour and bee schaffer, christian siriano, diane von furstenberg, sandra bernhard, and (maybe)debra winger. kind of hope i don't have to work tonight, but if i do, you'll be the first to hear what happens. or not.

i don't know how to talk to you

lisa kudrow has a new online show on lstudio.com called web therapy. if you like dry humor and satirizing snobby people, this is the show for you.

duder dudey doody poopy pants

eat my dust

can't touch this

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

everyone should listen to this album from start to finish at least once in their life:




you might be put off by the general heaviness, but within the sludgy drones and deep, long yowls lies something really delicate and beautiful. it's incredibly rewarding and as trite as this may sound, it's like an experience every single time you listen to it. play it on full blast, and make sure you have a good subwoofer for that nice dump dump dump.

down my load

i have a green butt

work that fan, bitch.

i always liked angie from the second i met her. i was sixteen and just got off work at purple potamus. that may or may not have been the night marissa and i snuck in the drop box to bark like dogs. nikhil and stevo were both working that night cause the parking lot was packed. angie was sitting by the wall with her camera, and i sat next to her and we started talking about being high school dropouts and legalizing prostitution. it was love at first sight. now that i've crossed the east river i'm a lot closer to my true loves: coco, sadie, angie, mae, and stefanie. i love ya'll sisterfriends. and maire, get your big black assed face here. anyway i hung out with angie yesterday and we ended up getting way too fucked up early, just like how we do.

hmmm

[img cred: fashionologie, style.com]

i usually can't stand couture season. it's so frivolous and retardedly flouncy and i don't think it's interesting as far as pushing fashion forward. this season though had some real winners. givenchy never ceases to surprise and delight, armani was not bad, and surprisingly, valentino's new designers really gave me a hard on! when would have have ever seen a girl showing bottom-of-the-boob cleavage under the "last emperor"? it was amazing. all these head pieces are awesome too, namely the versions by givenchy, valentino, and lady gaga.

and i ain't missin' you at all, missin' you

ten shits we liked, about the fourth of july

1. the utter lack of photography
debauchery is not a good look for these bitches

2. rooftops and backyards
because being inside was not an option, so thankfully we have an in with williamsburgers.

3. tofu dogs and garden burgers
traditionally a day to get your meat on, these little gifts to veg lovers everywhere let us join in on the fun.

4. daytime drinking
lasting a day longer than it should have, this was one of the only days of the year where it's totally acceptable for everyone to start getting trashed before at noon. it's hot, i'm thirsty!

5. making out sans shame
it could have something to do with the previous item, but new friends, old friends, strangers, and significant others alike were all subject to smooching.

6. eating all day
we got no cash for groceries, so let's just store a week's worth of calories in one sitting. plus, who doesn't love the surprise element of a potluck?

7. not giving a shit about the fireworks
they were on the west side. what are we supposed to do, sit on the piers? to quote rose mcgowan in doom generation, "i am so sure!" we watched them on tv though, i think i got the picture.

8. american flags were...nowhere?
we tried our damndest to be patriotic, but the pastel fruit print and dark green plastic table cloths just didn't bring to mind the birth of our country.

9. nursing the hangover
in the least responsible way ever, at a bar.

10. america
we all know dayum well this place got problems, but without it, we wouldn't know each other, and we wouldn't have new york. oh yeah, and freedom.



and now for one shit we did not like about the fourth of july:

1. the shit we like crew wasn't together for even one minute!
try as we might, we couldn't be pulled away from our previous engagements. in fact, we haven't seen each others asses in a hot minute, let's hang, guys!





cheers to next year!!
anthem for the fourth

are our lips touching?

first off, sorry we've been lame about posting this weekend. we were all moving, and then fourth of july was crazy, which left not much time to do anything. the schedule should be back up and running nowwww though.

went to the new museum thursday to see the younger than jesus show before it closed. mostly we went to see the ryan trecartin videos/set pieces, which were amazing. pasta was nowhere in sight but he had all new premises that were incredibly fucked up. i wasn't really impressed by that many people showing, but two of the artists under 33 proved to be standouts. video artist anna molska showed a short black and white film of two young, well built men pushing together large geometric shapes. It has a haunting quality as the two men are wearing just jock strap/thongs and wrestling head gear and asking each other mundane questions.

another standout that has become a full on obesession is aids-3d, an art collective consisting of Daniel Keller and Nik Kosmas that makes an impact the size of a nuclear bomb in the New York art scene. They create works of essentially every media with an enormous amount of content that is documented on their website. the work speaks directly to our generation in a way that is both humorous and respectful. for instance, the new museum piece, omg obelisk, is a giant monument surrounded by black candle lit torches with the letters "omg" glowing neon down the giant column. their online work includes surreal videos, music, animations, and zine style pdfs that are equally funny and inspiring.












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