When I hear anything by RJD2, I get a pass straight into the cool club - VIP status. My cool club membership fluctuates - for now I'm alright with my Ghostwriter.
I hate when people say lame, unoriginal things. But I will be committing such crime with: Lila Downs makes me want to eat a burrito. Ugh - I hate it. La Cumbia Del Mole with a side of guac, hold the sour.
Up until the other day, the weather has been so emo - making me feel bluesy and dumpy. I've never snacked so much in my life. Here's my last play for February - though sad I still heart it.
Things in my book that are So Damn Down: #128 - the girl that hosts the parties at 111 Minna. #71 - my g/f Ency with her husky, sexy voice can score anything for free.
Yesterday, Pat and I had an obnoxious game of tag. Giggling, screaming (mostly on my part). At a 'tag' pause I thought: "We're forever... I like that." With that I press play on, Race You.
I have an affinity for those kids with skateboards and arty tattoos all up their forearms. I'm way too preppy to hang, but I can enjoy the same music as them, can't I? TV in the Radio - done and done.
A blast from the past has re-grouped! How flippin' excited am I, that these guys are going to be at Coachella?! Yes, please... Bring on the Dancing Horses!
We don't credit Lady Moon enough. Thank you for being in charge - perhaps now you won't flood the world? With an 8th grade crush I dedicate Song for Luna to you.
I have an interview today for a super-duper fun job! No jinxing - but it has to do with a pop icon! I know, right?! This is my Rocky song, if you will - How Does it Feel? (minus the question mark).
I had my locks cut and shaped yesterday by my fav hair lady. La Roux meaning "red haired one" in French is for you Mrs. Kelley - how fitting. Armour Love all the way.
Peggy Guggenheim a millionaire at 21 in the 1930's. She had to be a sass in person - enjoying cigars and dirty martinis. Stuck in the Sand is so her. She's my hero.
I'm a sucker for female vocal ambient jazz. While people are sick of the over-abused lounge genre, (for gosh sakes, they play it at Safeway!) I'm begging for more. I have to tell myself, "Don't Forget to Breathe".
This weekend is the Punahou Carnival back home - a great annual tradition. Two days of cotton candy, dizzying rides and crushing on private school boys. Us, public school girls go Stupid for You.
Sometimes the ladies mess up. We go from busting your windows to lions and tigers. We're crazy creatures, emotionally driven. I adore us ladies, you should too... like when we Need U Bad.
Referencing an earlier post had me thinking about my wish list again. Wish #27: porch swing. I desperately need a porch swing to dangle my feet from. I will dangle away to Seeplymouth.
I know a gal who has the hardest time apologizing. She boils over with pride often burning the notion to reason. My words for her: Stop being a hard-ass crybaby and ask for some Forgiveness. That's all.
I don't know how people work out with IPods. I get totally distracted! I bob my head, snap my fingers. I have no control over the rhythm that disturbs my cardio. Darnit, Get Live!
I have a ridiculous wish list - one that will be fulfilled in this lifetime. Wish #214 is to float in a gondola through the Venetian canals. The gondolier will hum, Our Day Will Come as I sunbathe.
In the past three years I've had seven friends move to Texas. What is it about the Lone Star state? Perhaps it's the attraction of a 5 bedroom house with 22 bathrooms for $46 In Houston?
Pull a rabbit outta yo hat! Actually instead pull out a winning lotto ticket. Lucky numbers: 5, 7, 9, 11, 12, 20 and 33. On second thought nevermind, I Used to Complain Now I Don't.