Pure Awesome

This song is a water bottle, a ray of sunshine in your eyes on a roller coaster, amber waves of grain, a thousand marathon runners breaking through the finish line, the soul of Artax signaling to you from the other side. It's okay Atreyu, he's not sad anymore.

Lazy is as Lazy Does

Good newz, I'm busy, bad newz means I'm a lazy blogger. Gotta save all the working brain cells for out in the big bad world. In the meantime, still can't get enough of Men and I still love cats.
New music vid is radonk amazing.

I guess though if u look at what passes for content on tumblr I'm winning by leaps and bounds. Intentional brain damaged Sheen reference. Seriously, Martin, come get your ass backwards wife beating brain dead tumor of a son and 5150 his ass already. I just can't with that guy.

Who wants to buy me this first edition for my birthday?

F. Scott's old briefcase. I touches it, please?

Djuna, will you haunt me?

can you visit me in dreams and take me to paris where we can discuss blazers and green tea and hot burned coffee?

are you up to date on your Maru? if not click here to follow his blog. click here. on a serious side note how this cat can commence to play in the edges of his sofa after the terrifying and tragic and horrific things happening in his country is beyond me, or better yet how his owner can keep blogging the next day is wild beyond my reasoning, but perhaps a little Maru is just what the country needs. actually, i take that back, what the country needs is volunteers and food and electricity and help. in any event, here he is as a delightful young pup.

a room i would sleep in if i were a child.
also, i will be disabling my comments-once i figure out how- because non of you fuckers ever comment except for Cathy- Hi Cathy!- and im getting spammed by lame pharmaceutical companies in vietnam. besides, i can trace you anyway via my stat counter back to the very computer you used when you logged in to check from UC IRVINE. also, irvine, it tells me HOW MANY TIMES IN ONE HOUR. or you weird talent scout weirdo whose never e-mailed me or whoever you are at NBC UNIVERSAL, in new york. also, if you check my shit on your iphone it gives me your phone number and then i know who you are. oh SNAP. jokes on you, jerks. what? do you think I do this shit cos its fun? oh, wait...
jkjk i love you all. really!

Who Let the Emo's Out?

I need to take a walk with sara and sophie
i need to buy people chocolate and books
i need to admit that i'm wrong a lot
i need to take responsibility for my own social estrangement
i need to write my grandma a letter letting her know how much she means to me
i need to not be afraid of success
i need to edit and not watch teen mom 2
i need to read the books that i buy
i need to let go of the fact that i have ugly feet, i have big boobs- really big!- it could be worse
i need to stop saying 'im sorry' when its not my fault
i need to stop secretly smelling my own breath to the point that other people think they have bad breath and turn their heads away
i need to stop wishing people were the way they aren't
i have to stop gripping the door handles in fear when other people drive and trust in their ability to get me from one place to the next alive.
i need to not be embarrassed by how much i love my cats. i love them so much.
i need to stop being embarrassed about poverty and to let others know why i'm really in pain and not make up other stupid reasons for why im upset.
i need to start being more honest about what's really going on or i will keep pushing people away
i need to be able to say stfu to someone when i'm not in the mood to listen. its ultimately better for both of us.
i need to not give a crap about what my boyfriend wears. he lets me dress the way i like.
i need to tend to my garden
and save my change
and re learn spanish
take a leap faith
and to not be ashamed of the fact that i am spiritual.
i am a good person, i'm guessing you are too.

N plus 1

Sorry I'm always blogging about my cats and my boyfriend. It's a combination of me doing actual writing as of late and not wanting to siphon off too much energy here, and that I am boring now and these are the things that bring me joy. My gentle/weirdo man friend and my three fat boy cats. Anyway, Nick drew this in his notebook during a graduate writing class. This is where he goes inside his mind and it makes me love him so much. If you'd like to follow his tumbls click his John Doe on the blogroll to the left. Maiden name, Katzban, first name, Nick. More gems, dear readers, more gems indeed.

Spring Has Sprung!

My yard is in bloom!

Work It!

Everyone should come to this! It's on Thursday and it's gonna be awesome. I'm gonna be there and so are tons of other awesome peeps, like Margaret Wappler (who rulz) Ann Powers, Jen Smith, Emily Lacy, Daphne Carr and many otehrs.
click here for more info.

Monster Ballads

Clearly I'm not running a fashion blog here, but these pics of Spicoli and Madonna are pretty awesome. Also, I'm sorry if you think the above song is the worst Madonna song on planet hell, but I fuckin love it and saw this movie in the theater with a huge group of girls for my 5th grade friend, Nina's, 11th birthday. It is also why I will always love Geena Davis, Tank Girl, Tom Hanks and Rosie O'Donnel. That is all.