banana don't grow in the louisiana swamp.
Okay, wow, so I opened up my last entry for discussion, because I'm a half-wit retard who likes suffering via opposing points of view. On the plus side, I look hella popular on the internets. I suppose we all have learned to agree to disagree. I'm not going to go do something dumb about it - if you still want to argue, go right ahead, but I'm not joining in. It'd be worse if I had the comments emailed to me, but as it is, I just memorize and check the number sporadically, so it don't bother me none.
[If you're reading my feed on Facespaz, this won't make any damn sense to you, but I'm going with the assumption that NO ONE reads that feed. Otherwise I'd probably have fewer Facebook friends than I do.]
Right, then. Um... my computer was dastardly slow and I ignored this entry for 2 hours! Amazing! It's also storming like a fucker outside and I packed 2 bags of out-of-print CDs and got my jacket and shoes handy in the event I have to run like fuck to the basement. TORNADO WARNINGS, Y'ALL. Apparently, Kansas got totally pwn3d so I'm not taking my chances. The cats are FREAKING OUT, poor babies. There was a long, massive clap of thunder while I was downstairs in those 2 hours, and Lard, Kitten and Toby BOLTED. Lard was discovered with a fluffed-out tail under the dining room table, Toby was peeking out from behind an upstairs wall with frightened eyes, and Kitten was hunched in the middle of the basement. I'd like to note that Fat Jack remained solidly flopped on the couch the entire time, barely even looking up at the sound.
YOU TUBE LINX ALERT! Last night, I somehow started watching The Mighty Boosh, Never Mind The Buzzcocks and lots of Noel Fielding stand-up improv. It's all fucking mad genius and I am in love with Noel Fielding, for he is both cute and hysterical. SOUP! SOUP! A TASTY SOUP! SOUP! A SPICY CARROT AND COOORRRIANDER CHILI CHOW-DER! CROUTON! CROUTON! CRUNCHY FRIENDS IN A LIQUID BROTH! and on and on. I think life just got a little stranger, and a lot more wonderful. John Barrowman is hilarious and extremely gay, in like... a never-before-seen-kind-of-gay way. He competes with Simon Amstell's (ETA: whose name I couldn't spell!) level of gay and it's amazing.
I also have been watching some clips of David Tennant, who is also cute and hilarious, and so, so Scottish. And then Darren Hayes got a YouTube account and IS FUCKING NUTS AS WELL, so my nights have been full of homosexual men (ETA: AND DAVID TENNANT, who is not gay, sorry) with accents, and it's been delightful.
Lordy. Yesterday, we went downtown with Miss Destiny again and hung out with Andrea and Jake. I will discuss that in Pix0r F0rm4t!
First we went to Subway, for drinks and free cookies. Did you know they do Free Cookie Fridays? Me, neither. Omnomnom.
Smeg!
Dessy!
Dessy's SUPER CUTE shoes!
Jess!
Dessy & I in the Lotus.
Andrea at the Lesbian Sweatshop, sellin' her warez.
Her warez! We chatted for a while and I said I had lots of rainbow things on and Dessy thought I needed something on my head, and Andrea said she had something, and I went and looked and found A RAINBOW HEADBAND/SCARF OBJECT. YESSS. So I looked like I was a month early for the pride parade.
Witness the wonder!
So it was on to the Antiquarium. They're super-discounted now. You should go. I nabbed 2 VHS movies and Blur's Parklife and 4 really gay, tacky, cheap 12" records for Chesh to put on her wall! Because I'm incapable of buying BOOKS in bookshops. Smeg had that covered, anyway.
This guy brought in his 3 (!) dogs while he stood around talking about keyboards (piano, not computer) with this other guy, and it was totally surreal.
After I bought shit in the basement, I was bored, so I tried to find the best lighting in which I could take indie rock band-type photos for my future album. I should have fixed my lipstick, which looked FABULOUS 2 hours before, FYI.
Then I got really bored and went outside to wait for Smeg & Dessy while they paid for shit. Andrea had called and said we could meet her outside her store and we'd all go out for dinner with Jake. So I took pictures of Omaha.
And me.
Andrea, too! Then we talked to a guy smoking a cigarette about the Antiquarium. He told us that when Bob Dylan was in town, he came to the Antiquarium on 2 separate days and spent like 3 hours each day there. We all agreed it would be sad to see it go. I think it's moving to Brownsville, Nebraska, so we'll have to go road-trippin'.
From here, we all got in our respective cars and ours followed Andrea's to her house. She drove a little too fast for Smeg, and Smeg was FREAKING OUT as we wound around unfamiliar streets. Dessy and I cracked the fuck up, because we're m33n. When we got to Andrea's, she was like, "I'm sorry! I felt like I was driving like an old woman!" Smeg drives like an ANCIENT old woman.
A really awful picture of Andrea's house, complete with Freaky Moving Light.
KITTY.
SMEG AND A KITTY. I feel so bad because I forget which is which, but they were damn cute. She's all kitty-whited!
Some of Andrea's flowers. :D
SOUTH Omaha, taken right before we pulled into Village Inn, which is where we had dinner with Andrea and Jake. It was good! Then Smeg, Dessy and I got lost trying to make our way back north and west, because I'm a retard.
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I also have some pictures from the day of the canceled Placebo show, when Tiffy, Dessy and I were downtown with Andrea, eating food and kickin' it. I'm loving going downtown lately - it's lots of fun.
The day started so beautifully. Then it was crappy. Then it was good again right away!
Note the 'cebo shirt. I was on the lookout for conspicuously British men all night.
We always visit Andrea first!
The four of us went to the Mongolian Grill for dinner, cos we don't got nothin' better to do.
Dessy!
Grill!
MY food.
Andrea at our booth!
Jess at the booth! There was another picture of me in here, but it was really scary.
This picture cracks me up.
I decided to try exactly one cube of tofu, but it was WRONG.
I don't know why I have friends.
Woo hoo!
Tiffy & Dessy!
KITTY. Wook at its bwue eyeth!
A nice picture of Tiffy.
I take too many pictures of the place where I live.
LOOK I LIVE HERE.
Sunset. I'm nothing if not fond of themes.
That's everything, then! No more fighting! I'm damn sick of fighting on the internets!
J.
[If you're reading my feed on Facespaz, this won't make any damn sense to you, but I'm going with the assumption that NO ONE reads that feed. Otherwise I'd probably have fewer Facebook friends than I do.]
Right, then. Um... my computer was dastardly slow and I ignored this entry for 2 hours! Amazing! It's also storming like a fucker outside and I packed 2 bags of out-of-print CDs and got my jacket and shoes handy in the event I have to run like fuck to the basement. TORNADO WARNINGS, Y'ALL. Apparently, Kansas got totally pwn3d so I'm not taking my chances. The cats are FREAKING OUT, poor babies. There was a long, massive clap of thunder while I was downstairs in those 2 hours, and Lard, Kitten and Toby BOLTED. Lard was discovered with a fluffed-out tail under the dining room table, Toby was peeking out from behind an upstairs wall with frightened eyes, and Kitten was hunched in the middle of the basement. I'd like to note that Fat Jack remained solidly flopped on the couch the entire time, barely even looking up at the sound.
YOU TUBE LINX ALERT! Last night, I somehow started watching The Mighty Boosh, Never Mind The Buzzcocks and lots of Noel Fielding stand-up improv. It's all fucking mad genius and I am in love with Noel Fielding, for he is both cute and hysterical. SOUP! SOUP! A TASTY SOUP! SOUP! A SPICY CARROT AND COOORRRIANDER CHILI CHOW-DER! CROUTON! CROUTON! CRUNCHY FRIENDS IN A LIQUID BROTH! and on and on. I think life just got a little stranger, and a lot more wonderful. John Barrowman is hilarious and extremely gay, in like... a never-before-seen-kind-of-gay way. He competes with Simon Amstell's (ETA: whose name I couldn't spell!) level of gay and it's amazing.
I also have been watching some clips of David Tennant, who is also cute and hilarious, and so, so Scottish. And then Darren Hayes got a YouTube account and IS FUCKING NUTS AS WELL, so my nights have been full of homosexual men (ETA: AND DAVID TENNANT, who is not gay, sorry) with accents, and it's been delightful.
Lordy. Yesterday, we went downtown with Miss Destiny again and hung out with Andrea and Jake. I will discuss that in Pix0r F0rm4t!
First we went to Subway, for drinks and free cookies. Did you know they do Free Cookie Fridays? Me, neither. Omnomnom.
Smeg!
Dessy!
Dessy's SUPER CUTE shoes!
Jess!
Dessy & I in the Lotus.
Andrea at the Lesbian Sweatshop, sellin' her warez.
Her warez! We chatted for a while and I said I had lots of rainbow things on and Dessy thought I needed something on my head, and Andrea said she had something, and I went and looked and found A RAINBOW HEADBAND/SCARF OBJECT. YESSS. So I looked like I was a month early for the pride parade.
Witness the wonder!
So it was on to the Antiquarium. They're super-discounted now. You should go. I nabbed 2 VHS movies and Blur's Parklife and 4 really gay, tacky, cheap 12" records for Chesh to put on her wall! Because I'm incapable of buying BOOKS in bookshops. Smeg had that covered, anyway.
This guy brought in his 3 (!) dogs while he stood around talking about keyboards (piano, not computer) with this other guy, and it was totally surreal.
After I bought shit in the basement, I was bored, so I tried to find the best lighting in which I could take indie rock band-type photos for my future album. I should have fixed my lipstick, which looked FABULOUS 2 hours before, FYI.
Then I got really bored and went outside to wait for Smeg & Dessy while they paid for shit. Andrea had called and said we could meet her outside her store and we'd all go out for dinner with Jake. So I took pictures of Omaha.
And me.
Andrea, too! Then we talked to a guy smoking a cigarette about the Antiquarium. He told us that when Bob Dylan was in town, he came to the Antiquarium on 2 separate days and spent like 3 hours each day there. We all agreed it would be sad to see it go. I think it's moving to Brownsville, Nebraska, so we'll have to go road-trippin'.
From here, we all got in our respective cars and ours followed Andrea's to her house. She drove a little too fast for Smeg, and Smeg was FREAKING OUT as we wound around unfamiliar streets. Dessy and I cracked the fuck up, because we're m33n. When we got to Andrea's, she was like, "I'm sorry! I felt like I was driving like an old woman!" Smeg drives like an ANCIENT old woman.
A really awful picture of Andrea's house, complete with Freaky Moving Light.
KITTY.
SMEG AND A KITTY. I feel so bad because I forget which is which, but they were damn cute. She's all kitty-whited!
Some of Andrea's flowers. :D
SOUTH Omaha, taken right before we pulled into Village Inn, which is where we had dinner with Andrea and Jake. It was good! Then Smeg, Dessy and I got lost trying to make our way back north and west, because I'm a retard.
+++++
I also have some pictures from the day of the canceled Placebo show, when Tiffy, Dessy and I were downtown with Andrea, eating food and kickin' it. I'm loving going downtown lately - it's lots of fun.
The day started so beautifully. Then it was crappy. Then it was good again right away!
Note the 'cebo shirt. I was on the lookout for conspicuously British men all night.
We always visit Andrea first!
The four of us went to the Mongolian Grill for dinner, cos we don't got nothin' better to do.
Dessy!
Grill!
MY food.
Andrea at our booth!
Jess at the booth! There was another picture of me in here, but it was really scary.
This picture cracks me up.
I decided to try exactly one cube of tofu, but it was WRONG.
I don't know why I have friends.
Woo hoo!
Tiffy & Dessy!
KITTY. Wook at its bwue eyeth!
A nice picture of Tiffy.
I take too many pictures of the place where I live.
LOOK I LIVE HERE.
Sunset. I'm nothing if not fond of themes.
That's everything, then! No more fighting! I'm damn sick of fighting on the internets!
J.