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waiting for my testicles to drop, driving in the rain with my head out the window yelling at the sky, glitter, ballet and modern dance, sitting on big rocks in the sun by the river, sitting in the river, being in/on/near any body of water, cheap wine, red dresses, everything tacky, trees, the oceans, accumulating parking tickets, lipstick, dress up, bells, ugly clothes, dressing like an era that never existed, wearing obnoxious colors, and living in filth.
People who make an effort. Those who are active and willing participants in their own lives. Someone who sees the whole of the world and realizes their life as they live it. Someone who is not afraid of looking like a jackass. Someone with an obvious pulse. No whiners. No junkies.I'm not looking for a boyfriend, nor am I refusing one. But I am looking for an audience.
glitter rock, pj harvey, hall and oates, dio, white stripes, david bowie, t-rex, electric light orcgestra, gogos, thin lizzy, franz ferdinand, the cramps, lunachicks, L7, the raincoats, led zepplin, duran duran, mott the hoople, depeche mode, rasputina, the cars, rolling stones, foriegner, liz phair, motley crue, le georges leningrad,
wings of desire, pandora's box, big fish, edward scissorhands.
the golden girls and this episode of mr. rogers neightborhood: a star for kitty. it's the most amazing thing i've ever seen on television. you see, it's kitty's birthday and she wants her own star. so, she goes to the sky and she meets the little gray kitten puppet in a star costume that, for some inexplicable reason, lives in a tube of toothpaste, and she meets a basketball star (get it? star?) who is dressed in a silver running jacket and shorts with the stripe down the sleeves and the legs, and silver knee-hi socks, silver stars on his face, and a big tin foil collar shaped like a big star....and get this....it's an OPERA. that's right, an opera. so anyway, kitty goes to twinkling school with all the stars, but she can't seem to twinkle. then it's time for her to take her little star home...but the star dosen't wanna go!!! he is perfectly happy living in the sky. and then kitty realizes, the star dosen't belong to her!!! it belongs in it's home...in the sky....AND SHE IS TWINKLING NOW!!!! and she wakes up in her bed.and then mr.rogers comes on and says so matter-of-factly, shaking his head and smiling reassuringly, "nobody can own a star...nobody owns you..." and i swear to christ those fucking words out of his beautiful wrinkled mouth brought tears to my eyes, and turned my day around.
Until I Find You is the only book I've finished in years.
Keanu Reaves and every band on 98 Rock, for sucking severely and still hitting the big time.