WE CARE A LOT

annnnnd. Sometimes we don't. But yeah. There's a great little "fuckit" implied in this song that I find pretty hard to resist when coupled with lyrics that say the opposite.

But in daily conversation I tend to wrinkle up my nose a bit at sarcasm. I think it's stupid. I use it accidentally and consider myself a huge asshole when I do it seriously. And I suppose for some people it's like, totally, like, an art form, you know?

So who am I to judge? Absolutely no one.


advanced game

Exactly.

Occasionally I will look over at someone that I've known for ages and realize all of a sudden that they are hella sexy to me. It's odd. It doesn't happen very often. But the pull is like the exact opposite of the showboating immediate attraction I get for the bad guy. It's like falling in love with Scarface's accountant. Or lion procurer.

It's. Well. It's unexpected. It's a ton of bricks.

I had a moment like that today, but it was for someone completely inappropriate for me to crush against. So it will pass.

But it reminded me of something:

I'M FUCKING ALIVE.


advanced living

Last night I went down a memory lane of dumb haircuts that were the shit when I was younger. I did this in the context of the fucking dreaded Hipster Slash Beiber haircut that all of the youngsters are sporting lately. It's driving me insane. Before I talked too much shit I had to remember all of the silly stylings that I thought were rad when I was a teenager.

Waterfall bangs. Yes. The higher, the better.

Squeeb cuts. Boys with those were considered Top Notch. Girls with those were cooler than any other girls except for maybe the ones who rocked a crazy Madonna look from head to toe.


advanced squeeb

I'd love a time machine so that I could go back and grab one of those squeeb cut sporting punks and take him home and make him a bowl of soup. And ask a million questions.

Boys confuse me. A time machine and endless resources might help solve that.

Also? Though it's not apparent from my current obsession, I am done chasing Arthur Fonzarelli. The thuggy white boy with a heart of gold? Yeah. He does not exist except for in movies and early 90s rap videos. And I'm kinda cool with that.


prime minister pete nice - the prototype for my eurothug crushing

I realized recently that I'd probably be better suited for a brotha who USED to live in the hood and then made himself into something squarely spectacular and fairly well to do. We'd have a lot more in common.

In other news:

I have huge amounts of self portraits but no time to editorialize them right now, a good deal of them are fairly naked. I think I'm over me.

This too shall pass, I assume.

Night.