Putting out fires, fixing broken shit, making people think I know a lot more about said shit than I do, and taking more pictures than is EVER neccessary.
Probably not you. Oooh oh! Donna, the woman, the myth, the legend. Seriously. It's getting ridiculous at this point. We keep missing each other by minutes it seems. I have a plan though. You just wait....Oh yeah, and HIM:
Public Bun, motherfucking TRAINWRECK (www.t-wreck.tk best band EVER!), Yeah, I admit, I still like Modest Mouse too. Charles Wright and the Watts 103rd Street Band, Sam Cooke...oh yeah! Ghostland observatory. I'm obsessed w/them right now.
Seriously, I dunno. I'm still trying to catch up on the movie thing. I know a lot about them though. Go on, quiz me!
Amazing Race sucks now, so that's off my conscience. LOST and Project Runway are the top contendors at this point. And of course that horrible horrible new show on like A and E or something called "Intervention". It is so sick and wrong that it is beautiful and right. Sooooo very right. I can't even describe it. You'll need to look it up. And what the hell ever happened to that Morgan Spurlock show and that Random 1 show? Fuck, just when I get into something, it abandons me. Guess I should get out more.
Reefer Madness, Brothel, and I'm trying to write right now so I can't read at the same time so I will be horribly out of the literary loop for a while...Wait, what the HELL is going on with that fucking James Frey book?! For the first time in months I read a book I'm really into, and on my last 60 pages, I start reading all this Smoking Gun shit. It broke my heart. I guess I should get over it, but damn man. It's called a fucking DISCLAIMER!
My Daddy, any fucking public school teacher in a big city or rural community--especially the south siiiiiyyyyyyde of Chicago. Maybe a couple of my friends who managed never to get into debt or were able to claw their ways out of it? And OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD Christa?! Hello!?!?!? Like the fucking coolest, most fabulous force that has ever whipped her way through my life and who is apparently the fucking QUEEN of MySpace! I have known this hot momma since we were fucking 5 years old and as much as we bicker (I mean DAMN, get us in a room together for more than 5 hours and hold on to your hats!), I admire her more every day and she has done more in her short life the combined life experienced at ANY retirement home! And I mean that in a good way, not all weird and creepy. I will follow this girl to the ends of the earth, and if I have enough money I will literally party with her on every fucking continent (except Antartica beause, well, please. BUT I suppose in the future we could visit in these cool extra-warm space suits or something?) on this planet of ours. I don't regret a SECOND of the adventures we've had together, even if it means I will be bankrupt by er, 35? ~!~SMOOTCH BABY~!~