Dear Readers:
Tumultuous and bittersweet these last few months have been. Together, we've seen Brangelina's brat pack grow, Anna Nicole's death, Britney's transformation, and Paris is still... well Paris is still Paris. One of my favorite shows is over (HBO's ROME). Friends have come, friends have gone. There have been storms, there have been spills. Good dinners have been cooked, and lazy breakfasts have been had. There have been fist fights, puking, buttsex, records, silly voices, and a lot of laughter. Rather than focus on the negative, I will focus on the positive. I'm trying to "change my luck" as it were. Rather than focus on the confusion and the longing and the pain, I'd rather look to the stars and look to the future, which offers much hope - brighter days, and sexier nights.
The Nintendo Wii is an amazing piece of technology. The best thing about it is the ability you have to create Miis (little characters) that look like you, your ex, your ugly sister, or your dickhead boss. My boss is a South African Orchid so make your own damn Mii. I created one to look like a panda, a bald Britney, a meth-addicted child molester, a personification of my penis, and a Japanese whiz kid. This is just the beginning. The Miis can be used to PLAY games on the Wii. Britney is an amazing tennis player as well as an above-par bowler, and the Okidoki is pretty good at golf.
Still waiting for the raise at work, but some day my prince will come. I will now be helping on the Sunglass Hut account as well as a new luxury retail brand offshoot the SGH is launching called ILORI (doesn't it just sound so sexy you could fuck it? don't you just wanna run out and buy prada shades RIGHT now? Yeah, I thought so {eye roll}).
Nick and I had our 1-year panda-versary (!!!) in February. Not much more to say about that. No idea where we're going. Playing it by ear.
One of my best friends realized she's a lesbian (5 years after the rest of the world hehe).
I can't stop listening to The Knife, !!!, the new Arcade Fire, and yes- still happily playing the shit out of both Goldfrapp and CSS (I'm in lurve with Lovefoxx). And Morrissey has been rearing his chronically depressed head around my corners a bit regularly as of late too.
I miss dancing. At the disco. I will be dancing this Friday. At Studio B. It works. And YOU bettah work, bitch. Diplo is playing (producer of MIA's first album). It's gonna be awesome, and I'm reppin' with a crew of like 20 who hail from Europe, to Long Island, to Beer City Wisconsin, and everything in between. Again - try to make it - it's only $12 and SURE to be an amazing time.
I miss DJing. Help me make this happen, people. I'll give you Gummi Baerchen and snuggles if you get me a gig. I'll work for it, you better believe it. Demos available upon request.
April 7th Patrick Wolf is playing at MisShapes, but SHHHH I don't wanna be waiting in line for days to hear this dandy sing and prance all over the place. I want him all to myself, and maybe a few select peeps (you, dear readers).
My 27th birthday is June 5th. I think I like the sound of Twenty-seven. It has a roundness and OMishness to it. I want to meditate more as a twenty-seven-year-old about being a twenty-seven-year-old.
I visited a psychologist last week for the first time. He called me a complex case. After chatting for an hour, he became increasingly speechless, and could barely utter the assessment that I was "unlike the garden variety" nutjobs he normally works with, after I relayed the moment almost 4 years ago in Amsterdam that changed my life forever. His fumbling made me feel very proud.
Spring has sprung, and I'm like a cat in heat. I wanna spread my scent on every lamppost and scratch my face against trees in the park. I wanna have a love-in and a hate-out. I wanna fly like an eagle. To the sea. Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me.
As Michelle, the world's biggest Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle fan EVER, says - FOLLOW YOUR HEART.
I am in love.
xoxo,
Corocet Rumspringa Hangovah
Currently playing : Warioware: Smooth Moves Release date: 15 January, 2007
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