A Cold + Cold Medicine + Jager/Red bulls + Emotional jetlags = hilarious conversations tonight

primalux: man i am emoing the fuck out
Raeven: oh serious
primalux: that h.i.m. discography i downloaded is really coming in handy
ha
Raeven: bahahah you are goddamn redonk
primalux: dude i know
i love it haha
like as long as i can do stupid shit like this and laugh at myself
i know i'm ok ha
cause it means i'm not like punching holes in my wall again ha
Raeven: ok good point
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primalux: nom nom nom jager!
Charles: i have beer
primalux: that's cool
i had to wait an hour for a train or bus that even goes near my place to come
and its raining
so i figured i should just hit the hard stuff as soon as i got home
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primalux: oh shit it's my boy kiefers bday
i wanna buy him a shot so hard
Charles: eh?
primalux: kiefer sutherland
my dream is to drink with him
also with crispin glover
Charles: he'll get drunk and rape you
primalux: he'll get drunk and take his pants off and try to climb a xmas tree
cause that's how he rolls
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primalux: i met a cajun guy at an irish bar
and he spent like 3 hours talking to me about cosplay
Charles: hahaha
ok
primalux: and how it's the most amazing thing ever
and how he had no idea such things existed but now he just thinks those girls are the best
Charles: thats weird and odd, as well as stupid

Solitary Man

Valerie put a post up about songs relating to seasons. Winter always makes me think of the album American III: Solitary Man by Johnny Cash, and in particular his cover of Solitary Man, which is fantastic. The song was actually stuck in my head all day yesterday for certain reasons, and with tomorrow being the Winter Solstice, I figured it was all nice and synchronous and all that shit.

The reasons it reminds me of winter aren't really interesting. I moved into a house in the middle of winter about 4 years ago, we didn't have cable or tv in our room, so I spent a lot of time listening to this album. I downloaded a couple of other covers of it as well, one by Chris Isaak, which is surprisingly fantastic, and one by H.I.M. which I find hilarious and at the same time appeals to my art fag emo-ness. I suggest you listen to them all.

Johnny Cash - Solitary Man
Chris Isaak - Solitary Man
H.I.M. - Solitary Man

I seriously could listen to this song all the time. Whoever sings it.
And that is the end of that. And thank the gods tomorrow is the shortest day of the year. It couldn't have come at a better time.

I'm a cliche in my own mind.

I'm listening to the Ryan Adams album "Love is Hell", which is fucking amazing by the way. And what a succinct title. Angsty sorrow to the max, for sure.
I'm still waiting for those downloads to finish. All this for a blog post that had an entirely different meaning when I planned it this morning than it will when I end up posting it.
Either way I'm sure it will be interpreted in all sorts of ways. HA.
In other news I have a cold. Dayquil is pretty cool, but Jager is so so so much better.

For everything there is a word.

For everything but this.

Still waiting...

My bones are not mine
they feel like strangers in my body
and they will burrow their ways out in time
My tendons and veins
are all unraveled
I'm just waiting to crumble and fall
When all my connections fail without notice

¡Ay Coño!

I had a dream that Chris and I moved back to San Diego together.
Ugh.
I'm sure part of it had to do with listening to a voicemail from Garrett last night while I was half-asleep and full of benedryl and cold medicine. He was telling me about his move that he and Chad are currently making. I know the rest of it has to do with my stress levels and my bad habit of feeling like I need to spontaneously flee.
It was funny, in the dream I was all excited that I was going to be living like a block from Garrett but then as soon as I actually got to SD I had a ginormous panic attack and was like "OH FUCK NO NO NO WHAT HAVE I DONE?"
It was terrible. Ha.
I have some music posts planned for later today. Just waiting for things to download and such.

♥

It may not be possible for me to explain all the things I ♥ about this.

fix it

Photographic evidence of my fail:

I felt I should document my lameness with adorable pictures. Also the bruise is soooo much worse now than it looks in these. Man I am cool

Moenia y Morbo

So a few years ago I listened to the local Rock en Español/Alternative music station almost exclusively, until they traded it for hip-hop. It got me really into a lot of good Spanish-language music, and Mexican synthpop in particular. And in my pit of despair yesterday I broke out some albums I hadn't listened to in a few years. Morbo by Morbo, and Televisor by Moenia. Good shit.
The two bands are kind of connected. Juan Carlos used to be the vocalist for Moenia back when they were much more techno/dancey and when he left to form Morbo, Alfonso joined Moenia as the vocalist, but I'm pretty sure he was one of the founding members but left before they ever released anything. Anyway, I like Moenia much more with Alfonso singing cause he has that awesome, Dave Gahan-esque voice. And I think Juan Carlos is much better at making his own stuff cause Morbo is awesome and it's all him.

So here's my favorite Morbo song, "Hoy". The video is awesome too.


This is one of my favorite Moenia songs, "Lado Animal", which is from the Amores Perros soundtrack.


And finally, the super-emo song that got me into Moenia in the first place, "En que Momento".

To make up for the dramarama of the last post

here is something awesome. My favorite Bonnie Prince Billy song.

Valerie was at this show. I am jealous.
This goes out to me. Cause I am far too rad.

My hand is made of swollen.

Today I punched a hole in my wall. Yeah.
I haven't been to that place mentally in quite a while. I don't want to be there anymore.

Marie: i'm glad i only get emo for like 10 minutes
then i'm all like "oh my god i am too fucking cool for this"
ha
Charles: self importance is helpful for ignoring other peoples bullshit

Hear fucking hear.

Um anyway. Life is life. And I hate nothing more than people who are scared of life and scared of themselves. And I need to fucking remember that.

Holy Hell Ryan Adams...

Why aren't you in San Francisco sweeping me off my feet with your crazy hair and nerdy glasses and beautiful voice and dorky-ass southern charm?
It's a fucking mystery.

My favorite blog post I've ever made

It lives here
I was going over old stuff. It made me laugh. A lot of it did actually. I need to laugh at shit more often and stop agonizing.

Oh Freddie

So 17 years ago Freddie Mercury died. Queen is one of my favorite bands ever, and I think Freddie Mercury had the most amazing voice any human has ever had, ever, hands down, forever. Ha. Seriously. Fucking incredible.

So I've been listening to a lot of Queen this night. Here are my favorite Queen songs ever:
I Want to Break Free - This song changed my life by virtue of making me want to change it. And then helping me through that change. No shit. (Also the video is kind of insanely fantastic.)


Fat Bottomed Girls - Nothing will make me jump up and sing way too loudly at a bar than this song being played.


You're My Best Friend - Just awesomely sweet and rad.

I just listened to this song for the first time

It gave me one of those "What the FUCK, universe?" moments. Anyway, it's Bonnie Prince Billy and Matt Sweeney. It's called "What are You?"
What are you waiting for, if not for me ?
What are you waiting for ? It must be me
To take you over my knee
And spank you mercilessly
I can do that, oh you'll see

And every day will be like free and sweet adventure you will see
And I'll have you and you'll have me
On a bench with your twisted fingers in me
In the rain with my sundress torn off of me
Sliding down grassy slopes to where we can be alone

You say I am evil, you know that I am stupid
I don't appear giving and I don't appear lucid
Yet I give you all
The truth is I give you everything

thank god for existentialism

well it's true that I cried
but then I went outside
and I stood very still in the night
and I looked at the sky
and knew someday I'd die
and then everything would be all right

it's all right
and everything comes
down to this
that everything there ever was
or will be
is all there is

Paul Rudd and Michael Ian Black....

together! In a hilarious video!

The only way this could be better is if it was like some hot gay porn.
What? Can't blame a girl for dreaming.

Marry Me, Ryan Adams

"but i will always be curious. life is just too damn precious for it not to mean fucking everything all the time."

I read that on his blog this morning. I cannot express how synchronous the universe is being right now.

Photographic update time:

My hair is pink for the time being:
I used some shitty red dye over the old dye cause I didn't want to have to bleach my hair again. And then when I did bleach it again, this is what happened. I'm kind of digging it. So I'm letting it stick around for a few days.

Also today I had the best shopping day ever. There was treasure all over the place. My two favorite things I got:
Kickass aviator hat for the rain!
Velvet jacket with an elf hood!
Ha.
Also apparently Russell Brand was at my work today. And it was my day off. I am terribly upset that I missed getting to wink at him. And see his tight, tight pants.
Le sigh.