Fuck! Paris, 1942 An amazing album.

I've been home all day doing nothing but drinking coffee, baking a pie and going through my music that has been in a box since I left California.

I found this ridiculously excellent mix made for me by someone I cared a lot about...obviously his genius is obvious in his choices...just not his choice in me.

1. Sun ( Read more... )

This is part protest and part regale(ing). I am protesting against the spineless men in my life who've reverted to weak women and low carb beers. I am going to regale you with my dirty mouth and say, "Oh fuck all you fancy fucktarts ( Read more... )

Was it true? I woke this morning with a sense of wealth. I made coffee and settled at the computer and it all came back to me: I'm not a merged version of Vanessa & Zooey Deschanel falling in love with my 1st boyfriend and there were was not a drawer filled with the weirdest knitting needles. My dream may have been just misplaced desire, I still ( Read more... )

I really want a cigarette. I am going on day 9 ( Read more... )