anup picked me up and twirled me around and i flashed poor peoples my purple panties. i know, purple. laundry day. i did not see christy my new crush but she is still lovely and philosophically sophisticated and probably shits debord in her french dreams and her bangs fall like amber waves of grain over her left eye. eileen and i forgot to smoke opium with zoe and her new boi on friday night. thats what the chinese grandpa at the lipo lounge should have been doing instead of serving silly scensters drinks. where was i, at the lit bar in brooklyn or something? he saw our chinky pride and gave us free liquor afterhours. eighties style girls are not as cute and more trashed-out looking than i want them to be and electroclash is never as exciting as i want it to be either.
most exciting moments of sens house: anthony spitting out how qui parle is shit. wow it was amazing noone ever questions my taste that intensely i felt shivers. the prospect of sherry teaching a section gave us all intense giggles. overhearing martin try to pick up on some asian girl who was waiting in line behind him for the bathroom. "Whats your name?""Yugumi/Masumi/Tatsugi something japanesey""Wow thats so beautiful. What does it mean?" sen has a doppelganger! and its not ben suzuki graves. its justin, emco's ex-boyfriend who is also half-japanese and also intellectual history or something theory-like and also has that tall spiky messy black hair thing going on. someone was there who looked exactly like jesse hudson crossed with nicks racecar driver friend tim. that frightened me. there were more beautiful people at the tullycraft show but it was still pretty pretty. aimee had a cat tree and i had waxy feathers and an icarus story and sen had a bad zine and i was thoroughly enthralled for all of us. crystal had live mice and dead mice but apparently if you freeze the mice first they simply fall asleep before they die. nick leslie corroborated with this explanation. i enjoy knowing someone that sleeps in a wooden hexagonal box without a lid draped with fur called the fur room. i like jacob and paul alot. susan has great phat hair. dong does look dead and hot at the same time when he plays drums. by hot i mean like Bill Callahan is hot and he looks at you all crazy like when he plays and points the bridge of his guitar straight at you in a completely serious and phallic manner and just doesnt give a crap when the groupies swarm around him afterwards. he still sleeps with them. he also said "dont pretend like you dont know who we are" as an introduction to the band of smog.
Blog - 3:51 PM
i ran to work yesterday all a bout de souffle, late, hungover and cracked out. of course the library's not even open. i was so mad and then i sat in the sun and watched two squirrels squirreling about. one of them tried to steal my bookbag by dragging it away w/ its teeth. apparently he wanted my peach. the squirrel proceeded to fumble through my bookbag, find my peach, calmly pick it up w/ its front jaws and squatted down on the bench right next to me eating a peach larger than my fist as i watched in horrified amusement. ok my fist is small but so was this damn squirrel. its as if i decided to drag nils parker's tent around w/ my front teeth just to steal and eat the roast turkey stuffed w/ another roast turkey stuffed w/ a Christmas ham that he was going to have as a snack later on! i asked the squirrel if he wanted my baby bananas as well but he snubbed me and continued eating the meal that he had to hold onto w/ all four paws to keep fr. rolling away like a kid hugging an inflated beachball. he kept trying to take the half-eaten peach up a tree to his home but could barely lift it! perseverance however, led to success and the small squirrel finished the giant peach in the splendor of his arboreal palace. if i was a squirrel i'd be that squirrel: always biting off more than i can chew and having this lead to fatness in old age then finally dying a yummy satisfied death.
ugh. i want this weekend to be over already. and i still havent even seen volkert or paisley yet and they are so excited about the fenwick party i'm not exactly sure why i guess they dont grow 'em like we do in the nyc. but i'm never gonna drink again. until the next time. sorry paige and sherry and kevin and anthony for being the only really really drunk person there. lots of incriminating evidence on tape now. anthony anthony anthony anthony anthony anthony i'm banning you from my blog. to be continued...
Blog - 3:47 PM
Sunday, July 20, 2003
um so like tullycraft RULED! and boyracer were totally the bestest! hipster quotient: rather suprisingly high. who knew twee was like this? if there was love-flavored ice cream it would taste of sean tullycraft's sweat and tears. actually he preened alot on stage, which was just a tachisme too how do you say fey pour moi. and the bassist looked like the scary child of kai and westy. actually all the members of tullycraft looked like child molesters w/ the exception of the drummer who was guest gigging. and sean played his bass without an A string! they didnt play superboy or pop songs sniff sniff but they did play twee. eileen got harassed by a really old drunk man and his compatriot and the really old drunk man insisted on giving me his becks tshirt which he won playing golf or something else really old like that when eileen refused it. angular personalities are the new new thing: sharp, jagged, gets caught in your throat and stuck in your teeth when they make you choke w/ anger.
Blog - 4:01 PM
