Saturday, April 25, 2009

This Was Me Today






















High school girls trying on prom dresses at Saks Fifth Ave.
Photo: Al Fenn./Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images
May 01, 1958

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

A Fitting Song for Me Right Now

'Life in LA'- Pharrell, Jermaine Dupri, & Chester French

Life in LA is so insane
Everyday feels the same
Spent all my cash, I'm down to change
It's time to move away
(I was having chocolate cake and sauvignon)

Friday, April 10, 2009

My New Favorite Site

Killed by Death Records (www.kbdrecords.com) is AWESOME. Its title alone is brilliant, along with its subtitle, 'I won't pay for punk records.'

I have been searching for the song I'm obsessed with currently ('False Pretenses'- Frank Details), and KBD was the first entry in google that had anything to do with it. And then I found that I could dl it. I love. The punk tracks featured here are IMPOSSIBLE to find, unless you own the rare vinyls! They have a listing of other MP3 blogs that I have to check out after I'm done milling through here.

PS I really love Fairfax.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

My Worst (Conventional) Enemies



Why not just get a jackhammer going on my mouth while simultaneously stabbing my gums with Ronco (as seen on TV!) knives.

I HATE GOING TO THE DENTIST & I HATE MY MOUTH FOR NOT BEING PERFECT. My definition of torture. While sitting tensely in that chair I always make pacts with myself to not eat sweets ever again, or to floss twice a day every day (with the insane threader floss), BUT it never happens.

YEAH, that whole thing goes through. Why do I still have a bottom permanent retainer?!

I have a high tolerance for physical pain, but not in the dentist's chair. I guess it's because I can't see what's going on and I can only know what's happening through feeling it. Like when dental hygenist goes wild with the scaler and stabs your gums.

Honestly felt like I lost 20% of my blood in my extended (fml) cleaning sesh today.

I'm up to get 20349823 fillings and getting my wisdom teeth pulled. Oh boy!



As if that isn't enough, I woke up early and spent an hour at the podiatrist's this morning for nothing. His verdict was: Don't wear the sandals that hurt you for a long time. THANKS I couldn't have thought of that without you.

And my parents wonder why I won't go into medicine.