Happy Birthday to a Fabulous Miss Zientek Zientek.

(That is actually just her Barrel alias)

Stephanie, you are no longer 18 forever, but the beauty of stay gold is that we can still be 18 forever even when we're 35 and exfixiating our children with cigarette smoke in the car, and still when we're 65 and well, wrinkly. Thank you for being such an ( Read more... )

I never post these things, but I stole this from Conway and c'est tres tres vrai!

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.

You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.
You ( Read more... )

A very very very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Miss Jeannine Poles!

To my main homeslice at the lovely and crazy world of AU, I hope you have a magnificent birthday and an even better time in the limbo year between teen and adulthood, which is 19. (Yes, your still a teen, but it sounds so much older than 18 right?). You are one of the strongest bitches I know ( Read more... )

- My ladies, where are your tiaras?

- In the shop.

Whats up 'in 20 years' like fuckin whoa.

Joni Mitchell saves lives

Hmm... there could be a few explanations for this, my out-of-the-blue enticement...

I miss fun. I really do. Like random fun times. Like, lets take a half eaten kaiser roll up to the register and throw it on the conveyor belt without a bag or anything. Okay, so that did happen last nite, but only because we decided it would be one of those weird, ( Read more... )

This is fucking bullshit.

But mum's the word...

Where did we go wrong? When did out generation, or maybe that before ours, get together and decide that having no new ideas would be the last new idea?

For godsake, we have yet to make a mark on culture. Our fashions? Replicated. Our films? Redone. Our music? Remixed.

We need some sort of stamp.

We need a cultural call to arms.

Wow, read my last entry. I'm a whiny little bitch. Things could be so much worse ( Read more... )

I feel sick to my stomach. Nothing is going my way. I feel like my life is decomposing before my eyes at rapid speed. Kind of like there's multiplying evil bacteria that are reproducing at an alarming speed an eating away at my insides.

My life has become late night tv, food and crossword puzzles. If that is not bad, I really don't know what is. I ( Read more... )