“But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one,
our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love,
so time discovers us safely destroyed”
-Federico Garcia Lorca, “Sonnet of the Garland of Roses”
New Obsession : Simon Amstell.
The world needs more of this “adorkable” guy, especially these days.
I don’t think people use the word darling nearly as much as they should.
So I used it.
It’s beter than ‘sugar’ or ‘honey’.
That is assuming that the person in question actually tasted sweet.
What if they were salty?
You wouldn’t call them salt.
Well I would call Katie salt because she is the salt to my pepper (Don’t worry Salt, Pepper’s here and we’re in effect!).
Calm down baby, have a piece of cheese.
xoxo
Marama.
I said I bought a sweet FOB framed poster.
This is it yo.
It’s an old pic of them too.
Makes it much sweeter.
You know?
Sweeter.
Like how you taste but even more so.
Wow that sounded less lamer in my head.
Strike that.
Reverse it.
I love Willy Wonka.
Ever wondered what people like me eat for breakfast?
No?
I’ll tell you anyway =]
Today I had breakfast at three i n the afternoon.
I had a glass of orange juice, a vegemite and cheese sandwich (on wholegrain bread) and chocolate. Woo-hoo!
Nutritious or what?!
3OH!3
I love this band majorly =]
This isn’t the official music video or anything, just the song, but it is a GREAT song.
It’s like techno/rap/punk.
Good times.
Also check their song “I’m Not Your Boyfriend Baby” because I love that song too =]
Yo until you move houses twice in a month you never realise just how much crap you have.
And just how weird some of that crap can seem.
Like dude I was going through all my shit when I unpacked and I have hoarded quite a nice little stash of, well to be honest, trash.
For instance, I found leave in hair conditioner from when I had white blonde hair. Why I kept that is beyond me. It is for blonde freaking hair. I’m back to my natural black!
Fuck.
And I found out that I have four copies of Infinity On High.
How fangirl is that??
I have the original copy, the limited edition vinyl release, the CD/DVD special edition and the deluxe special edition (the one with those cards in it).
I have six pairs of the same black Converse Chuck Taylors.
I have a bag full of real shitty guitar picks I should have thrown out years ago ( I didn’t buy them, they came with my first bass).
I have a Barbie doll that my Dad gave me when I was like six. It was a special edition one but the hair is all coloured in with felt pens haha. Good times…
I found a box full of guitar leads but only like three of them work.
On the upside I found like forty dollars in change.
I’m going to keep saving change until I have enough to fill my car with petrol and use it just to piss the petrol dude off.
I think I deserve to because when I worked at a gas station there were fuck that used to do that shit to me.
Payback biatch.
On a lighter note, I found this big framed FOB poster at the Pipeworks market in Melbourne. A steal at $30.00.
On a darker note, I just burnt my tongue on my dinner.
Stupid vegan cheese and spinach roll.
I curse thee!
Tasted good though I must admit.
Bittersweet now that I can’t feel my tongue.
My iPod is full which is a complete ass.
80 GB of nothing I want to delete.
Story of my life.
Haha.
It’s Jack the Camera Guy’s fault.
Anyway my leg is dead and Snakes On A Plane is on in ten minutes, so I’m blowing this popsicle stand for some reptilian goodness.
Peace out.
Keep it gangsturr fo’ da ladies!
I said I was going to do this.
Hah.
Where was I?
Oh yeah.
YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY!
High fives and sodomy hugs (hug from the back) to FALSE START YO!
They won Best Rock Video at the Juice TV Awards. (For those who don’t know Juice TV like a New Zealand version of MTV that actually plays music *gasp*).
They won for the video I posted on here last week (which is also my favourite song off the new album). Four Letter Lie bitches.
They definitely deserved this =]
I’m so proud….
*big cheesy grin, we’re talking stilton shit*
Mall Goth niggah.
What memories….
I used to live with my Dad when this video came out.
Check it.
I remember it was before my first Fall Out Boy concert.
Ages ago.
Sometimes memories, even bad ones, seem better than reality.
These are good memories.
The stuff iPod playlists are made of.
Peace.
