Past tense: "Why Georgia", 7; "Wanna Get To Know Ya", 8; "Fell In Love With A Boy", 10
[10] Jojo => Leave (Get Out) (debut)*
[09] Joss Stone => Super Duper Love (debut)*
[08] Beyonce => Naughty Girl (6)
[07] Ludacris => Blow It Out Your Ass (debut)*
[06] Beastie Boys => Ch-Check It Out (9)*
[05] D12 => My Band (4)
[04] Kanye West => All Falls Down (5)
[03] Yellowcard => Ocean Avenue (2)
[02] Jay-Z => 99 Problems (3)*
[01] Outkast => Roses (1) [1m]
Ambient music: Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam's "Head To Toe"
5/29/04
5/27/04
If You Don't Know, Now You Know
Unbelievable book review...eventually
It's been seven years, and then some.
I got home, watched Derek Fisher and the Fishettes casually smack down the Wolves again, and decided once the game was in hand to open up my e-mail.
Nate sent me the one I cared about. Said to hit a link.
I'm going, going/back, back/to Cali, Cali
SEVEN YEARS. What really killed me about this, besides the tantalizing wingman prospects to say nothing of the Sunday night blowaway I'm trying to get my Scoobies to run with, is that I had literally finished Unbelievable: the Life, Death & Afterlife of the Notorious B.I.G.; closed the book, opened up Hotmail. Nate didn't know, unless he's one of the 3 who pays hardcore attention to the sidebar. Nate, to my knowledge, hasn't been east of Colorado.
Nate is JEWISH.
And yet, he sends me an e-mail and it's not "Swinging back through" or "I HATH RETURNED!" but Christopher Wallace trying to wake up to catch Flight 504 out here and the song he listened to in his dying days and maybe even seconds. It's entirely possible I'm throwing too much psychic thought behind this and my boy Nate Dogg just wants to hear from Liz "Natey, Natey, Natey, give me one more chance."
But those who talk to me via AIM know of my psychic Winamp picking a song out of 32g+ that seems to fit what I think or talk about at any given time, and this is one of those. See, the thing is, Biggie couldn't've conceived of a Nate. And the chance to meet him was a hiccup and won't happen now.
That's what Biggie did. That's what he meant. And you get that feeling right away and through the near 350 pages. It's a great autobiography by a Vibe writer, and it's practically comprehensive to the point where you expect to see meals. Everything's in it: how he started off a cherubic two-lifed wiseass, the dealing, the 'Pac friendship, and how the LAPD more or less killed him for the ones of you who didn't read any of the excellent Rolling Stone or Los Angeles Times articles about Russell Poole getting cockblocked by his bosses.
But anyway. Those who don't know, but are willing to be intrigued will find a story uplifting, then depressing, but oddly familiar. Those who know, need to make like Sugar Hill and jump on it. In fact, here:
No excuses. Fourteen bucks.
From foreword to video and audiobiography, this isn't just a superlative biography, it's a great book, period, even if you can't tell Faith Evans from Faith Hill. So go already. Me, I'm going to listen to the beginning minute of the "Flava In Ya Ear" remix, wait for my own Lil' Cease to shuffle down here to set it off Sunday, and remember.
Ambient music: see last sentence
It's been seven years, and then some.
I got home, watched Derek Fisher and the Fishettes casually smack down the Wolves again, and decided once the game was in hand to open up my e-mail.
Nate sent me the one I cared about. Said to hit a link.
I'm going, going/back, back/to Cali, Cali
SEVEN YEARS. What really killed me about this, besides the tantalizing wingman prospects to say nothing of the Sunday night blowaway I'm trying to get my Scoobies to run with, is that I had literally finished Unbelievable: the Life, Death & Afterlife of the Notorious B.I.G.; closed the book, opened up Hotmail. Nate didn't know, unless he's one of the 3 who pays hardcore attention to the sidebar. Nate, to my knowledge, hasn't been east of Colorado.
Nate is JEWISH.
And yet, he sends me an e-mail and it's not "Swinging back through" or "I HATH RETURNED!" but Christopher Wallace trying to wake up to catch Flight 504 out here and the song he listened to in his dying days and maybe even seconds. It's entirely possible I'm throwing too much psychic thought behind this and my boy Nate Dogg just wants to hear from Liz "Natey, Natey, Natey, give me one more chance."
But those who talk to me via AIM know of my psychic Winamp picking a song out of 32g+ that seems to fit what I think or talk about at any given time, and this is one of those. See, the thing is, Biggie couldn't've conceived of a Nate. And the chance to meet him was a hiccup and won't happen now.
That's what Biggie did. That's what he meant. And you get that feeling right away and through the near 350 pages. It's a great autobiography by a Vibe writer, and it's practically comprehensive to the point where you expect to see meals. Everything's in it: how he started off a cherubic two-lifed wiseass, the dealing, the 'Pac friendship, and how the LAPD more or less killed him for the ones of you who didn't read any of the excellent Rolling Stone or Los Angeles Times articles about Russell Poole getting cockblocked by his bosses.
But anyway. Those who don't know, but are willing to be intrigued will find a story uplifting, then depressing, but oddly familiar. Those who know, need to make like Sugar Hill and jump on it. In fact, here:
No excuses. Fourteen bucks.
From foreword to video and audiobiography, this isn't just a superlative biography, it's a great book, period, even if you can't tell Faith Evans from Faith Hill. So go already. Me, I'm going to listen to the beginning minute of the "Flava In Ya Ear" remix, wait for my own Lil' Cease to shuffle down here to set it off Sunday, and remember.
Ambient music: see last sentence
Lindsay Lohan from Mean Girls isn't Jewish...
..but yes, those boobs are real.
[Ted somebodyorother, E(h)!]:
I can't help it if women feel the impulse to discuss their breasts with me. I bumped into Lindsay Lohan at the Saved! premiere (more teen deets latuh), and like Kate Beckinsale at the Van Helsing hoedown a coupla weeks ago, L2 brought up the subject of her knockers herself. Not a peepin' request outta me--swear.
By now, boys in far-off Mongolia have heard the rumor that Ms. Lohan's rack is, well, silicone-based. Hadn't really thunk one way or another on the buoyant thangs--they don't exactly distract moi--until I asked L2 for her thoughts on being sexalicious. (Hmmm, maybe I am more interested in the gals' bods than I pretend to be.)
But back to the nipple--I mean point--at hand. In response to my, like, totally shallow inquiry, Ms. L. pooped:
"I'm kind of in a position where I don't want to be sexy right now, because [the gossip rags] were writing about my chest being fake. So, I'm afraid."
Damn, busted. 'Specially as she looked me in the hazel eye, diva to diva, and said, "They're real. I don't have implants. That's retarded. I'm 17."
[Ted somebodyorother, E(h)!]:
I can't help it if women feel the impulse to discuss their breasts with me. I bumped into Lindsay Lohan at the Saved! premiere (more teen deets latuh), and like Kate Beckinsale at the Van Helsing hoedown a coupla weeks ago, L2 brought up the subject of her knockers herself. Not a peepin' request outta me--swear.
By now, boys in far-off Mongolia have heard the rumor that Ms. Lohan's rack is, well, silicone-based. Hadn't really thunk one way or another on the buoyant thangs--they don't exactly distract moi--until I asked L2 for her thoughts on being sexalicious. (Hmmm, maybe I am more interested in the gals' bods than I pretend to be.)
But back to the nipple--I mean point--at hand. In response to my, like, totally shallow inquiry, Ms. L. pooped:
"I'm kind of in a position where I don't want to be sexy right now, because [the gossip rags] were writing about my chest being fake. So, I'm afraid."
Damn, busted. 'Specially as she looked me in the hazel eye, diva to diva, and said, "They're real. I don't have implants. That's retarded. I'm 17."
5/26/04
¡Buen trabajo para mi!
So, I did burn my first day off this week studying 5 hours for today's final. And got up at 6 after getting home at 11 last night, and studying some more.
Today, right before the test starts, it's announced 6 students have A'd the class enough to not take the final.
And you're looking at 17% of that group.
¡SACAR BUENAS NOTAS, PINCHE CABRONS! I really felt that outside circumstances (read: 26-year-old farmers daughter teaching me with perpetual Aniston syndrome) caused me to fail last time, but this time I took beginning Spanish to the kitchen and had it make me a samich. Two pissant shifts to close out the week, Friday it's time to get paid blow up like the World Trade, and then I get a 3-day weekend like a normal person, Sunday night which will be spent in the dopest club in town getting down like lithium.
Things're looking up.
(beat)
Cue the paranoia. Heh.
Ambient music: Red Hot Chili Peppers' "Aeroplane"
Today, right before the test starts, it's announced 6 students have A'd the class enough to not take the final.
And you're looking at 17% of that group.
¡SACAR BUENAS NOTAS, PINCHE CABRONS! I really felt that outside circumstances (read: 26-year-old farmers daughter teaching me with perpetual Aniston syndrome) caused me to fail last time, but this time I took beginning Spanish to the kitchen and had it make me a samich. Two pissant shifts to close out the week, Friday it's time to get paid blow up like the World Trade, and then I get a 3-day weekend like a normal person, Sunday night which will be spent in the dopest club in town getting down like lithium.
Things're looking up.
(beat)
Cue the paranoia. Heh.
Ambient music: Red Hot Chili Peppers' "Aeroplane"
*annoyed grunt*
Any digerati out there know why the text on some things in the course of my net travels, including this page, has suddenly gone Large Print on me?
5/21/04
Friday Five: Fact Or Fiction
Thanks to the obvious sources. I'll try to have, y'know, a constant theme next week. Suggestions shall be taken.
1. The Lakers will sweep the Timberwolves.
FICTION. Spree, Cassell, and ol what's-his-name have really totalled up into an elite unit, and the confidence is getting to Hefnerian levels after dispatching of the Queens. They will win.
One. LA in five, beating the East in the same, kiss the rings, bitch.
2. "Stairway To Heaven" is the best Led Zeppelin song.
FICTION. It's not even the best long Zep song; lemme tell you a little story called "When The Levee Breaks". For my money, it's "Hey Hey What Can I Do" though sometimes I can make a compelling argument for "Whole Lotta Love" and/or "Rock And Roll", depending on mood.
3. If George Bush fails to get re-elected he should be put on trial for war crimes.
FICTION. He should be NOW. I mean, I appreciate the fact that the cabinent knows enough to have him avoid the Clinton perjury trap, but it's obvious things have gone from saving people to meet the new boss same as the old boss but we're white so it's OKAY! (This was the subtle underlying theme of my presidential run; you're just a figurehead at the end of the day--surrounded by others who usually make the decisions with having to have the last word as your ace in the hole.) So, really, FACT.
4. This summer's big movie is going to be Spiderman 2.
FICTION. I'm not a big cinephile like Harris is, but I'm really into seeing Harry Potter and the Hair In New Places or whatever it is--even if Lindsay Lohan isn't going to be playing Hermoine. :( Actually, it's all about Garden State in August, thanks to Zach Braff and Natalie Portman. The indies like it and it's important to support all-Scrubs related activites.
5. The summer is the best time of the year.
FACT, but with a caveat: it's more important to have free time and a good one than the specific time. If a bikini top falls on the beach but you're inside workig, does it really exist? HMMM? Provocative!
Ambient music: R.E.M.'s "Revolution"
1. The Lakers will sweep the Timberwolves.
FICTION. Spree, Cassell, and ol what's-his-name have really totalled up into an elite unit, and the confidence is getting to Hefnerian levels after dispatching of the Queens. They will win.
One. LA in five, beating the East in the same, kiss the rings, bitch.
2. "Stairway To Heaven" is the best Led Zeppelin song.
FICTION. It's not even the best long Zep song; lemme tell you a little story called "When The Levee Breaks". For my money, it's "Hey Hey What Can I Do" though sometimes I can make a compelling argument for "Whole Lotta Love" and/or "Rock And Roll", depending on mood.
3. If George Bush fails to get re-elected he should be put on trial for war crimes.
FICTION. He should be NOW. I mean, I appreciate the fact that the cabinent knows enough to have him avoid the Clinton perjury trap, but it's obvious things have gone from saving people to meet the new boss same as the old boss but we're white so it's OKAY! (This was the subtle underlying theme of my presidential run; you're just a figurehead at the end of the day--surrounded by others who usually make the decisions with having to have the last word as your ace in the hole.) So, really, FACT.
4. This summer's big movie is going to be Spiderman 2.
FICTION. I'm not a big cinephile like Harris is, but I'm really into seeing Harry Potter and the Hair In New Places or whatever it is--even if Lindsay Lohan isn't going to be playing Hermoine. :( Actually, it's all about Garden State in August, thanks to Zach Braff and Natalie Portman. The indies like it and it's important to support all-Scrubs related activites.
5. The summer is the best time of the year.
FACT, but with a caveat: it's more important to have free time and a good one than the specific time. If a bikini top falls on the beach but you're inside workig, does it really exist? HMMM? Provocative!
Ambient music: R.E.M.'s "Revolution"
5/20/04
*sigh*
82 and 138 for those keeping up on the bowling.
There's a cute girl playing pool, and I lose because I suck. So my friend gets to go, and I figure even though he's off the market, he knows enough to get close and then bomb the game.
WRONG.
How the hell do you get a UC degree and not know this? It's basic common sense, for crying out flayven! You don't give the cute girl playing pool an out, you buy her drinks and make her play until they shut the bar down or the comet strikes. Geez!
Into every rain a little life must fall...
Ambient music: Cypress Hill's "What's Your Number?"
There's a cute girl playing pool, and I lose because I suck. So my friend gets to go, and I figure even though he's off the market, he knows enough to get close and then bomb the game.
WRONG.
How the hell do you get a UC degree and not know this? It's basic common sense, for crying out flayven! You don't give the cute girl playing pool an out, you buy her drinks and make her play until they shut the bar down or the comet strikes. Geez!
Into every rain a little life must fall...
Ambient music: Cypress Hill's "What's Your Number?"
5/17/04
Oh, Baby, I Like It RAAAAAAAAAAW (I Would've Liked It More If I Was THERE...)
All right all right all right all right all right.
Things sucked before, yes. I knew this.
But I got up early this morning to learn preterites in a foreign language a Ryan Leaf throw away from a girl who had an intermediary blow me off and then turned around to work a seven-hour shift and I miss the MOTHERFUCKING ROCK?! Bad enough I miss pulling off the SmackDown/RAW Daily Double, even worse I miss Evil Trish, a damn good Tag Title match, outside of this year's Rumble the best battle royal in the last five years with some supoib booking (turning Kane face in my eyes)...but missing the Rock is just the roofie colada in the shit milkshake buffet.
Continuing the suck parade is my schedule:
Sunday--full shift, off at 10:30
Monday--studying for my final on Wednesday because
Tuesday--see Sunday, home just in time to sleep because
Wednesday--FINAL! 8 AM! UP AT 6! FEEL THE JOY!
Thursday--More Work
Friday--MORE WORK
Oh, and I have a report to do (with visual aids) this Wednesday and a match to write, too.
I had to ask for next Wednesday off, too because this Microsoft thing is going wall to wall for a few days and everyone's on the hook for at least 25. Shiva H. Vishnu I wouldn't wish that to whoever's booking SmackDown.
If I could take the vacation earlier at the loss of 5 years of my life at this point it's a trade I would make.
Pwamp.
Ambient music: De La Soul's "Me, Myself & I"
Things sucked before, yes. I knew this.
But I got up early this morning to learn preterites in a foreign language a Ryan Leaf throw away from a girl who had an intermediary blow me off and then turned around to work a seven-hour shift and I miss the MOTHERFUCKING ROCK?! Bad enough I miss pulling off the SmackDown/RAW Daily Double, even worse I miss Evil Trish, a damn good Tag Title match, outside of this year's Rumble the best battle royal in the last five years with some supoib booking (turning Kane face in my eyes)...but missing the Rock is just the roofie colada in the shit milkshake buffet.
Continuing the suck parade is my schedule:
Sunday--full shift, off at 10:30
Monday--studying for my final on Wednesday because
Tuesday--see Sunday, home just in time to sleep because
Wednesday--FINAL! 8 AM! UP AT 6! FEEL THE JOY!
Thursday--More Work
Friday--MORE WORK
Oh, and I have a report to do (with visual aids) this Wednesday and a match to write, too.
I had to ask for next Wednesday off, too because this Microsoft thing is going wall to wall for a few days and everyone's on the hook for at least 25. Shiva H. Vishnu I wouldn't wish that to whoever's booking SmackDown.
If I could take the vacation earlier at the loss of 5 years of my life at this point it's a trade I would make.
Pwamp.
Ambient music: De La Soul's "Me, Myself & I"
5/15/04
A One Act Play About Something Vaguely Relevant
TIME: 168 hours ago
SCENE
EXT.: graveyard, late at night. Full moon. Some fog.
V/O: It's done, right?
(Cut to, a bunch of people in fedoras, some in silver and black, all with shovels, digging furiously. Behind them a purple and gold casket manages to gleam a little in the darkness.)
Voice #2: Oh, yeah, it's done. They're dead.
Voice #3: Thank goodness. Sick of them. Sick, sick, SICK!
Voice #1: We about done here?
Voice #4: Yeah, it's all a matter of...
(uneasy pause)
Voice #2: What? (wipes sweat off brow)
Voice #4: Nothing. It's just...nah.
(digging resumes. stops.)
Voice #4: It's just...did you hear a banging and scraping noise coming from the casket?
ALL: Nah...
(They turn. All eyes widen. Mass screaming. Sounds of carnage ensue. Blood gets on the tombstone. THE BEAST emerges...)
Derek Fisher: Hey, my first game-winner! How'd ya like that?
(Fisher walks off.)
AND SCENE!
Ambient music: Led Zeppelin's "D'yer Maker"
SCENE
EXT.: graveyard, late at night. Full moon. Some fog.
V/O: It's done, right?
(Cut to, a bunch of people in fedoras, some in silver and black, all with shovels, digging furiously. Behind them a purple and gold casket manages to gleam a little in the darkness.)
Voice #2: Oh, yeah, it's done. They're dead.
Voice #3: Thank goodness. Sick of them. Sick, sick, SICK!
Voice #1: We about done here?
Voice #4: Yeah, it's all a matter of...
(uneasy pause)
Voice #2: What? (wipes sweat off brow)
Voice #4: Nothing. It's just...nah.
(digging resumes. stops.)
Voice #4: It's just...did you hear a banging and scraping noise coming from the casket?
ALL: Nah...
(They turn. All eyes widen. Mass screaming. Sounds of carnage ensue. Blood gets on the tombstone. THE BEAST emerges...)
Derek Fisher: Hey, my first game-winner! How'd ya like that?
(Fisher walks off.)
AND SCENE!
Ambient music: Led Zeppelin's "D'yer Maker"
From the Home Office In That Fisher Replay Hasn't Gotten Old Yet
Past tense: "Reptilia", 7; "She Wants To Move", 8; "Megalomaniac", 10
[10] Joss Stone => Fell In Love With A Boy (9)
[09] Beastie Boys => Ch-Check It Out (debut)*
[08] G-Unit feat. Joe => Wanna Get To Know Ya (6)
[07] John Mayer & Brad Paisley => Why Georgia {live} (debut)*
[06] Beyonce => Naughty Girl (5)
[05] Kanye West => All Falls Down (3)
[04] D-12 => My Band (1)
[03] Jay-Z => 99 Problems (debut)*
[02] Yellowcard => Ocean Avenue (2)*
[01] Outkast => Roses (4) [2w]
Ambient music: eels' "Rags To Rags"
[10] Joss Stone => Fell In Love With A Boy (9)
[09] Beastie Boys => Ch-Check It Out (debut)*
[08] G-Unit feat. Joe => Wanna Get To Know Ya (6)
[07] John Mayer & Brad Paisley => Why Georgia {live} (debut)*
[06] Beyonce => Naughty Girl (5)
[05] Kanye West => All Falls Down (3)
[04] D-12 => My Band (1)
[03] Jay-Z => 99 Problems (debut)*
[02] Yellowcard => Ocean Avenue (2)*
[01] Outkast => Roses (4) [2w]
Ambient music: eels' "Rags To Rags"
5/12/04
Hot 101
And with the extra link of the moment, I now have surpassed 100 pictures of the future Mrs. Which is either kinda stalky or really stalky.
Dig them links! Dig them other blogs! I don't care how fancy the exterior is, inside it's dirtier than a Jeffrey Ross Friar's toast!
Ambient music: Coldplay's "Moses (live)"
Dig them links! Dig them other blogs! I don't care how fancy the exterior is, inside it's dirtier than a Jeffrey Ross Friar's toast!
Ambient music: Coldplay's "Moses (live)"
5/10/04
Doing The Evolution
Here it is, BAM! And you say godDAMN, this is the dope jam...
Anyways, with the new wave of templates up I'm changing it up. There should be comments and I need someone to help tell me how to include my little sidebar stuff, but the archives have it saved so once I get the HTML in that'll be back up.
Fan of this one? Or the old style? Or the OLD SCHOOL sienna and white? Holla at a playa.
ADDENDUM: Any friendly blogs I missed or links I had, help there, too.
Anyways, with the new wave of templates up I'm changing it up. There should be comments and I need someone to help tell me how to include my little sidebar stuff, but the archives have it saved so once I get the HTML in that'll be back up.
Fan of this one? Or the old style? Or the OLD SCHOOL sienna and white? Holla at a playa.
ADDENDUM: Any friendly blogs I missed or links I had, help there, too.
5/6/04
But My Wings Have Been So Denied
A parable.
Once upon a time, there was a man with a dream. He spent hour after hour coddling it, thinking about it, reconfiguring it, for he knew that to only have a dream was futile.
You had to make the dream a reality.
His friends and family wrote him off as increasingly mad. There would be no deterrents. He perceived opportunity ahead and continued to plot.
One day he tested the specs and checked his resolve. Everyone stood by in bemusement as he tried.
And then stood shocked when he made it happen.
The sun warmed him for the first time in his life. Naysayers abounded, but where were they now? He had a dream, he made it happen. The world would change now thanks to his perceived madness.
A great thing, to dream, but to LIVE--ay, there's the rub.
For that dreamer's name was Icarus.
And he soon fell to Earth.
So did I.
Twice in two months.
Another name to put in the novel's "How Do You Like Me NOW?" section. Maybe I'll just put them on a shirt like Navarro did that pick.
*sigh* Someday.
"I never had the chance to show the world that I could love and could be loved because they ruled me out because I had a strange appetite for strange things."
--God
Ambient music: Johnny Cash's "A Satisfied Mind"
A parable.
Once upon a time, there was a man with a dream. He spent hour after hour coddling it, thinking about it, reconfiguring it, for he knew that to only have a dream was futile.
You had to make the dream a reality.
His friends and family wrote him off as increasingly mad. There would be no deterrents. He perceived opportunity ahead and continued to plot.
One day he tested the specs and checked his resolve. Everyone stood by in bemusement as he tried.
And then stood shocked when he made it happen.
The sun warmed him for the first time in his life. Naysayers abounded, but where were they now? He had a dream, he made it happen. The world would change now thanks to his perceived madness.
A great thing, to dream, but to LIVE--ay, there's the rub.
For that dreamer's name was Icarus.
And he soon fell to Earth.
So did I.
Twice in two months.
Another name to put in the novel's "How Do You Like Me NOW?" section. Maybe I'll just put them on a shirt like Navarro did that pick.
*sigh* Someday.
"I never had the chance to show the world that I could love and could be loved because they ruled me out because I had a strange appetite for strange things."
--God
Ambient music: Johnny Cash's "A Satisfied Mind"
5/5/04
Suck me, beautiful!
FUCK Mary-Kate & Ashley, here's where the winning ticket is this summer: Hi, Lindsay!
FUCK Mary-Kate & Ashley, here's where the winning ticket is this summer: Hi, Lindsay!
5/4/04
Ching, ching, bling bling cut the chatter
You ain't talkin' money then your talkin' don't matter
Ching, ching, bling bling paddin' pockets
You make that dolla dolla can't a damn soul stop it
--Ancient Greenwich Proverb
State tax refund check. IRS tax check. My first ones.
Survey SEZ: $138.
I know this is only a Net connection, but can you smell that cologne? It's called BRAND NEW MONEY. This would be a lot more impressive if I hadn't just dropped $71 at Best Buy last night but que sera, sera and all of that.
You ain't talkin' money then your talkin' don't matter
Ching, ching, bling bling paddin' pockets
You make that dolla dolla can't a damn soul stop it
--Ancient Greenwich Proverb
State tax refund check. IRS tax check. My first ones.
Survey SEZ: $138.
I know this is only a Net connection, but can you smell that cologne? It's called BRAND NEW MONEY. This would be a lot more impressive if I hadn't just dropped $71 at Best Buy last night but que sera, sera and all of that.
5/2/04
Thoreau Says 'Simplify, Simplify"
Maybe I've just been overthinking things. I know I go through my emotional travails and wacky lists and calling Rob a dirty pigfucker and it's all well and good.
But recently--very recently--I had an epiphany. A breakthrough, if you will. A revelation occured to me and suddenly everything crystallized in my mind.
Purpose.
Direction.
The meaning of life.
And I get it now! It makes sense, I understand!
I absolutely MUST plow Lindsay Lohan like an unfarmed cornfield.
I mean godDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN.
Anyway, if you don't hear from me for the next couple days, I'm taming the dragon.
Ambient music: the Vines' "Ride"
Maybe I've just been overthinking things. I know I go through my emotional travails and wacky lists and calling Rob a dirty pigfucker and it's all well and good.
But recently--very recently--I had an epiphany. A breakthrough, if you will. A revelation occured to me and suddenly everything crystallized in my mind.
Purpose.
Direction.
The meaning of life.
And I get it now! It makes sense, I understand!
I absolutely MUST plow Lindsay Lohan like an unfarmed cornfield.
I mean godDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN.
Anyway, if you don't hear from me for the next couple days, I'm taming the dragon.
Ambient music: the Vines' "Ride"
5/1/04
From the Home Office In The Box Where They Keep Aguilera's Voice
[10] Incubus => Megalomaniac (9)
[09] Joss Stone => Fell In Love With A Boy (10)
[08] N.E.R.D. => She Wants To Move (8)
[07] the Strokes => Reptilia (7)*
[06] G-Unit feat. Joe => Wanna Get To Know Ya (1)
[05] Beyonce => Naughty Girl (5)*
[04] Outkast => Roses (6)*
[03] Kanye West => All Falls Down (2)
[02] Yellowcard => Ocean Avenue (3)*
Ambient music: [01] D-12 => My Band (4) [2w]
[10] Incubus => Megalomaniac (9)
[09] Joss Stone => Fell In Love With A Boy (10)
[08] N.E.R.D. => She Wants To Move (8)
[07] the Strokes => Reptilia (7)*
[06] G-Unit feat. Joe => Wanna Get To Know Ya (1)
[05] Beyonce => Naughty Girl (5)*
[04] Outkast => Roses (6)*
[03] Kanye West => All Falls Down (2)
[02] Yellowcard => Ocean Avenue (3)*
Ambient music: [01] D-12 => My Band (4) [2w]
Starfuckers Inc.: May 2004
Gone Daddy Gone: Elisha Cuthbert (16); Tyra Banks (20); Norah Jones (25)
She's On Fire: Shakira, Laetitia Casta, Monica Bellucci
LM TM In This Corner Wearing The Catholic Schoolgirl Outift Peak
NR ^ 25 Stacy Keibler 20
18 v 24 Halle Berry 18
24 ^ 23 Lucy Liu 23
15 v 22 Sofia Vergara 8
22 ^ 21 Britney Spears 14
21 ^ 20 Christina Aguilera 6
13 v 19 Rachel Bilson 10
NR ^ 18 Gail Kim 18
14 v 17 Heidi Klum 10
12 v 16 Carmen Electra 5
9 v 15 Cameron Diaz 9
NR ^ 14 Lindsay Lohan 14
23 ^ 13 Josie Maran 13
19 ^ 12 Jamie Pressly 7
17 ^ 11 Kristanna Loken 11
11 ^ 10 Vida Guerra 6
6 v 9 Eliza Dushku 3
7 v 8 Anna Kournikova 7
8 ^ 7 Victoria 7
4 v 6 Beyonce Knowles 4
10 ^ 5 Adriana Lima 5
5 ^ 4 Angelina Jolie 4
3 = 3 Brooke Burke 3
1 v 2 Trish Stratus 1
2 ^ 1 Jessica Alba 1
Ambient music: Love And Rockets' "So Alive"
Gone Daddy Gone: Elisha Cuthbert (16); Tyra Banks (20); Norah Jones (25)
She's On Fire: Shakira, Laetitia Casta, Monica Bellucci
LM TM In This Corner Wearing The Catholic Schoolgirl Outift Peak
NR ^ 25 Stacy Keibler 20
18 v 24 Halle Berry 18
24 ^ 23 Lucy Liu 23
15 v 22 Sofia Vergara 8
22 ^ 21 Britney Spears 14
21 ^ 20 Christina Aguilera 6
13 v 19 Rachel Bilson 10
NR ^ 18 Gail Kim 18
14 v 17 Heidi Klum 10
12 v 16 Carmen Electra 5
9 v 15 Cameron Diaz 9
NR ^ 14 Lindsay Lohan 14
23 ^ 13 Josie Maran 13
19 ^ 12 Jamie Pressly 7
17 ^ 11 Kristanna Loken 11
11 ^ 10 Vida Guerra 6
6 v 9 Eliza Dushku 3
7 v 8 Anna Kournikova 7
8 ^ 7 Victoria 7
4 v 6 Beyonce Knowles 4
10 ^ 5 Adriana Lima 5
5 ^ 4 Angelina Jolie 4
3 = 3 Brooke Burke 3
1 v 2 Trish Stratus 1
2 ^ 1 Jessica Alba 1
Ambient music: Love And Rockets' "So Alive"
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