November 2012
Cake - I Will Survive
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back in the day I wasn't into cake.
I thought their spoken-word styles were weird and short skirt long jacket was too out-there for me.
but then I grew up and got better taste in music and realized
hey
cake are actually the shit
and their covers are always
always
always
amazing
and that john mccrea grows a mean beard
which really gets my motor going.
mmm.
almost done
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this is the last time this term I'll spend my entire day working and entire night writing a paper and be exhausted and brain-dead and think as I sit in bedaw shit
I didn't blog today.
can't wait.
Hip Hop Sunday # 55 The Weeknd - House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls
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making brunch with ham and eggs and hash browns with caraway seeds in 'em
cause sometimes you need to get a bit fancy
even when you're cooking in yr underpants
at (almost) noon.
happy hip hop sunday.
I always remember my dreams
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once I had a dream that I was walking down the middle of a football field. it was 'indoors' because it had a roof over it and sunlight was coming in through spaces between the beams. there was a girl in a yellow dress and a white hat holding blue flowers and she let them go and I was running after them but couldn't catch them.
there was one time I had a dream I was drunk and trying to find a breakfast place. I was with tyrone and kat and we were all drunk-dialling people trying to find out which place was open and I wanted pancakes but Smitty's wasn't open.
there was one night I dreamt that tyrone and I were looking at this building that's actually being reno'd into condos a few streets over, and we went to go look at 'em but all the suites had this big, shared vaulted ceiling. only the bedrooms in the suites had individual ceilings which is hard to explain but it's true. we were all 'wtf' because there were all these couples clamouring to buy them and we were all 'guys you don't have any privacy' and they were like 'whatevs'.
one time I dreamt about tambourines but that was only because ford was playing under the bed wearing his collar with a bell on it.
last night I dreamt about
you.
had a fight with Tyrone today
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it was shitty and it wasn't fun and I don't even know how it ended
which is how a good fight should end, I think
though I know how it started
it was something stupid which meant it was about something important
underneath
so we fought and it sucked and I was gonna go for a walk to chill out
but I didn't, and we wound up talking for a long time
and then we were all
so um, wanna make a snack?
and we hugged in the kitchen while making a tasty plate
and sat on the bed eating liverwurst and crackers with pickles and mustard
and now we're in bed internetting
listening to chiptunes and creeping pictures of viggo
and soon we'll put the laptops away and turn off the light
and make up for reals.
soup with pickles
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was going to blog last night but that title is as far as I got
I'm sick and curled up in bed with my ipad and archer on one si
de and tyrone on the other and was asleep before 10pm.but what I was gonna say
was
remember when you were a kid and all you wanted to eat
was
hotdogs and hamburgers and french fries
and mcdonalds?
salads were boring
and chicken that wasn't in nugget form was gross
and anything could be okay to eat
as long as it was covered in ketchup.
when peppers were too weird and crunchy
and brussel sprouts were unheard of
and you'd never catch yourself saying
"I don't feel good
can you gimme that soup with pickles in it?"
how things change.
had a scary dream last night
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it involves blood and vaginas (mine) so stop reading here if that squiks you out.
basically I was having a dream in my dream (dreamception) about something, Archer, maybe, and in the dream-within-a-dream I was pushing something out of me. you know like when sometimes you're dreaming and you have to pee so in your dream you feel like you have to pee? like that, kinda. except in my dream-within-a-dream I was pushing something out of my vag and when I 'woke up' (in the dream) there was blood all over the bed and it was very, very real.
so still in the dream I get up and I'm covered with blood and it's dripping everywhere. on the bed, sheets, carpet, and I go to reach for the doorknob and my hands are all covered in dripping blood and I'm thinking omg did I have a miscarriage or something wtf is going on and my mom opens the door and starts screaming at me because I bled all over her nice, pink sheets.
I think the dream went somewhere else after that but that's the part I remember and it scared me. it still is scaring me. not because I'm afraid of having a miscarriage (birth control ftw) or because I'm afraid of upsetting my mom (old news) but something about the whole scenario really frightened me. also vaginal bleeding. ew.
I keep thinking about it and how real it was and I want to get it out of my head, except I've been doing schoolwork all afternoon and randomly in-between writing my paper proposal and working on my keynote presentation it'll randomly pop back into my head and freak me out.
so I decided to write about it here.
you're welcome.
today is my cake day
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the day I was born my dad was out golfing which is a big deal because we almost always have snow on the ground by remembrance day. he was out enjoying the mild weather and having a good time and I decided to show up and ruin it all. luckily I was in a hurry to get here so he didn't have to hang around the hospital too long. but he didn't finish that golf game.
sorry dad.
today it's snowing and last night we went out in the blizzard and drank expensive cocktails and watched burlesque dancers dance to 007-themed music. we all dressed up and @mister_mulligan was there in an amazing scaramanga getup. I had a couple of double gin & tonics and left a a big red lipstick mark on 's cheek after he got the trombone player to play just for me so I could take a photo.
sorry mulligan.
friday night we went to the king's head and lots of people came out to help me celebrate and bought me lots of beers and irish carbombs (but you're not supposed to call them that) and a random tried to hit on me through @adriantrimble but he defended my honor and also tyrone's like a good friend should. it was all fine and dandy until I accidentally spilled @kenquist's beer all over him. then it was time to leave.
sorry kevin.
today we're hanging in and enjoying a relaxing sunday and I don't have to work tomorrow which is nice. we're playing zelda and tyrone is going to make me dinner and all my family have called to wish me a happy birthday and I've received tons of messages and texts and tweets and even a sweet blog mention. you've all made me feel so wonderful and loved, and I really appreciate every one of you who has taken the time to say hello.
thanks guys!
big hearts.
Hip Hop Sunday #55 Peaches - Billionaire
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because everyone loves peaches
and it's my birthday.
fuck yeah.
happy hip hop sunday.
