I’ve been coerced into entertaining for realsies tomorrow night. My fabulous, dim, apartment will attempt to produce a roasted chicken. However, I have lived here for 4 years, and have never entertained for realsies, so I suppose it should happen, hmm?
I love this apartment so darn much; I just wish it was about 20 or 30 blocks further downtown.
Do you give her style tips?
Uh, no. My advice is always either, “Yes, I like it,” or “I don’t understand.” Other than that, she’s got it.
Standing next to Kim Gordon & J. Mascis. And there is this couple in front of us and they do not look like the sort of people who would come to see Chavez. But so it goes.
I LOVE IT. But it is *such* a bummer of a book! And I’m only at page 416. I will note that the instance of “eyes melting and running down [his] cheeks” is pretty bad-ass, though.
That is just so great, guys. And probably true, if Jesse was a real person. Also: nice pompadour, Groffles. Also: Scaleblazers.
Word. I enjoy their numbers, but the random extras make NO SENSE and it’s really annoying once you figure it out.
i hate all the random extra troubletones
not like personally
but it’s dumb
It’s cool that I’m on a Kate Bush Trip tonight, but I have to remember that my voice does not do what hers does.
I only went through the first page but - The Replacements/Let it Be, fer sure. AND “Double Nickels on the Dime” came out in ‘84. And so did “Zen Arcade.” It’s kind of nuts seeing them all bam-bam-bam like that.
gosh, where to begin… stay sick!! by the cramps, goo by sonic youth (which came out exactly a month before i was born), flood by they might be giants,the twin peaks soundtrack…
angel dust- faith no more
No creepy warlock dreams tonight, please!!
I actually said “You know nothing, Jon Snow” to my friend last night. We were both tipsy, so I don’t know if he really absorbed it. I’m happy to see Rose Leslie on my TV again, but she might be a leetle too pretty to be Ygritte. Then again, there is dragon-napping and a lack of Reeds and Walder children at Winterfell, so - win some, lose some. I do think Rose is appropriately fiesty.
“wig in a box” is a great Getting Ready to Go Out song
I’m late on this, but there was a kid that I was friends with at my first school, and he became obsessed with May 9th for some reason. (he was a weird kid) Know why? 5/9 was the date that us lucky 8th graders got to go on an oh so exciting trip to THE SEWAGE TREATMENT PLANT. Sounds like a time, right? Who takes kids to the STP? Anyway, cool story, etc, etc…
This job has made me streamline my life, for the better: unfollowing tumblrs, hanging up my clothes at the end of the night, switching facial cleansers, going to bed at a decent hour, etc. Basically: prioritizing. Now if they could just hire me, I’d really be in business.
Do I want to go see Chavez next month?
I put ice cubes in a glass of red wine tonight. I think my father would be ashamed of me if he knew. It’s the apartment’s fault, really. I’m grateful for the heat when it’s cold out, but when it’s 60 degrees out and the heat is still on, well…
“Ma, I’ve got bad news for you. Kurt’s singing “Not The Boy Next Door” next week.”
“Should I know that song?”
“MOM! Think!”
“I don’t know… can you sing it?”
“No, I don’t know how to. How do you not know this?”
“I don’t! I don’t know what you mean!”
“PETER ALLEN”
“Oh. I don’t know that one. I know Rio, Bicoastal…”
“SIGH”
“Well, I think he should do very well with it.”
(I swear she sang it to me a couple of times. Maybe she’ll remember once she hears it.)
Kurt Sings Songs That Mom Really Likes: “As if we never said goodbye,” “Rose’s Turn,” and now “Not The Boy Next Door” …
We went to see “The Boy from Oz” with Hugh Jackman and it was fabulous, but my poor mother was stuck with her great aunt at the hospital. To this day, I am sad that she missed it. Howevah, they went to see “Peter and the Starcatcher” last weekend and met Christian Borle and my mother apparently fangirled a little bit at him, and I am jealous.
One day I will take a picture of the picture of my parents and my aunt and Peter Allen holding up Twyla Tharp at some benefit in the ’80s (taken by Richard Avedon!). True to form, my mother and her sister are misidentified.
