Chronic 2001 somehow worms its way into people's cd collections without them intending it to....it was in a random cd case behind the correct cd in my boyfriend's collection and i got a free copy at work today when someone accidentally bought back a copy of the original Chronic and 2001 was the disc in it, discovered by me later.
i am still of the opinion that it is the last great mainstream rap album, marking the end of an era. Eminem, you fell so far, i need to dig out my old copy of the Slim Shady LP.
though if Lupe Fiasco is considered mainstream these days, The Cool is one of the best albums of 2007. fucking amazing. so much darker than Food & Liquor, though it's based on the darkest song from that album. absolutely recommended to anyone, whether they're into hiphop or not.
current favorites? Roy Orbison's Lonely and Blue, Lupe Fiasco's The Cool, Serj Tankian's Elect the Dead, Jolie Holland's Springtime Can Kill You. motherfucking diversity, bitches.
i have a tortoise now, his name is Bowser. he's rad and he loves broccoli and lives in a Rubbermaid container filled with dirt and rocks, and sleeps in a bucket (sometimes). he keeps me company and doesn't mind when i stroke his cute little head.
i've decided to go to art school in New York, but not for over a year. got to stick my job out for a while (i gave myself 2 years at promotion to figure out what i REALLY want to do). it's art, it turns out. creating is bliss. i bought a sketchbook to force myself to draw more. the boyfriend is up for the eventual move - design jobs are infinitely more plentiful there than up here in the middle of nowhere, and we both have good friends in the city. looking forward to a nice (hopefully weeklong) vacation there in the spring or summer. maybe i'll follow my fifth grade dream of becoming a tattoo artist. so, i've got a year or so to get an actual portfolio together and then i can start applying. i have a friend who's at an art college and can give me pointers on things i'm clueless about, like, say, applying in general.
work is bullshit currently, but that's management - having an assistant manager appointed for you is fucking retarded, especially if he's from the area you have the least respect for. i have to cut the hours of employees i adore who bring a lot into the store and work their asses off to accommodate his required 40 hours, and all he does is whine and bitch his whole shift. i should not have to tell my assistant that screamo is not appropriate at 11 in the morning and that price stickers need to be straight as opposed to diagonal in the middle of the cd/dvd. someone i'm close to got screwed out of that position because he's been with the company longer.
this was hard to type, as my friend gave me a nice glass and a bottle of my favorite cheap booze (green apple Smirnoff) for secret Santa at work. at least half of the presents exchanged were bad habit-enabling - liquor, chewing tobacco, coffee, etc. we all really know each other's vices.
i am still of the opinion that it is the last great mainstream rap album, marking the end of an era. Eminem, you fell so far, i need to dig out my old copy of the Slim Shady LP.
though if Lupe Fiasco is considered mainstream these days, The Cool is one of the best albums of 2007. fucking amazing. so much darker than Food & Liquor, though it's based on the darkest song from that album. absolutely recommended to anyone, whether they're into hiphop or not.
current favorites? Roy Orbison's Lonely and Blue, Lupe Fiasco's The Cool, Serj Tankian's Elect the Dead, Jolie Holland's Springtime Can Kill You. motherfucking diversity, bitches.
i have a tortoise now, his name is Bowser. he's rad and he loves broccoli and lives in a Rubbermaid container filled with dirt and rocks, and sleeps in a bucket (sometimes). he keeps me company and doesn't mind when i stroke his cute little head.
i've decided to go to art school in New York, but not for over a year. got to stick my job out for a while (i gave myself 2 years at promotion to figure out what i REALLY want to do). it's art, it turns out. creating is bliss. i bought a sketchbook to force myself to draw more. the boyfriend is up for the eventual move - design jobs are infinitely more plentiful there than up here in the middle of nowhere, and we both have good friends in the city. looking forward to a nice (hopefully weeklong) vacation there in the spring or summer. maybe i'll follow my fifth grade dream of becoming a tattoo artist. so, i've got a year or so to get an actual portfolio together and then i can start applying. i have a friend who's at an art college and can give me pointers on things i'm clueless about, like, say, applying in general.
work is bullshit currently, but that's management - having an assistant manager appointed for you is fucking retarded, especially if he's from the area you have the least respect for. i have to cut the hours of employees i adore who bring a lot into the store and work their asses off to accommodate his required 40 hours, and all he does is whine and bitch his whole shift. i should not have to tell my assistant that screamo is not appropriate at 11 in the morning and that price stickers need to be straight as opposed to diagonal in the middle of the cd/dvd. someone i'm close to got screwed out of that position because he's been with the company longer.
this was hard to type, as my friend gave me a nice glass and a bottle of my favorite cheap booze (green apple Smirnoff) for secret Santa at work. at least half of the presents exchanged were bad habit-enabling - liquor, chewing tobacco, coffee, etc. we all really know each other's vices.
great, i have to fire someone today. and i can't afford to lose anyone else right now but not firing him would be ludicrous.
also, i saw Gogol Bordello last weekend. it was fucking great. the only downside was that it was in a college gymnasium so retarded stereotypical college students abounded (and overly white rich ones at that). i'm very glad i went but i think i'd prefer to see them in NYC...more of a hometown crowd, drinking possible because no driving necessary and NOT IN A COLLEGE.
also, i saw Gogol Bordello last weekend. it was fucking great. the only downside was that it was in a college gymnasium so retarded stereotypical college students abounded (and overly white rich ones at that). i'm very glad i went but i think i'd prefer to see them in NYC...more of a hometown crowd, drinking possible because no driving necessary and NOT IN A COLLEGE.
speaking of Eugene Hutz DJing at Mehenata in NYC....fuckin' J.U.F. Gogol Bordello vs. Tamir Muskat = YOU HAD BEST FUCKING HEAR THIS SHIT. i will not go to the clubs and dance to the latest shitty R&B remixes. no, i will go to the gypsy club and dance to THIS.
....in the spring after Gogol is done touring.
in other news i am slightly concerned about my landlords. they never called me back when i left them messages asking a stupid question last month and today i deposited my paycheck only to discover that they have yet to cash my rent check....that i mailed about 3 weeks ago. huh. like i told my mom, i guess i don't care if something happened to them as long as my rent doesn't go up. maybe they was abducted. or eaten. yeah, maybe they got eaten. by, um, eatbeasts. horrible horrible eatbeasts.
i just baked cookies and burned cds for my temporary summer employee whose last day is tomorrow. she is going back to college and we are sad. tomorrow before work i will also make her a silly card, like i do for every occasion. at least college has breaks so she can come back anytime she's out of school. how many cd store managers will do that for their summer help, burn them entire discographies of bands they turned their staff onto.
i think i had one too many "glugs" of vodka as i was making the cookies. you know, *gluglgugluglug*...moops.
....in the spring after Gogol is done touring.
in other news i am slightly concerned about my landlords. they never called me back when i left them messages asking a stupid question last month and today i deposited my paycheck only to discover that they have yet to cash my rent check....that i mailed about 3 weeks ago. huh. like i told my mom, i guess i don't care if something happened to them as long as my rent doesn't go up. maybe they was abducted. or eaten. yeah, maybe they got eaten. by, um, eatbeasts. horrible horrible eatbeasts.
i just baked cookies and burned cds for my temporary summer employee whose last day is tomorrow. she is going back to college and we are sad. tomorrow before work i will also make her a silly card, like i do for every occasion. at least college has breaks so she can come back anytime she's out of school. how many cd store managers will do that for their summer help, burn them entire discographies of bands they turned their staff onto.
i think i had one too many "glugs" of vodka as i was making the cookies. you know, *gluglgugluglug*...moops.
vacation to New York was cancelled. no gypsy goodness for me this time around, but the Michaels and Sage both fucking rocked my world. and apparently Eugene Hutz DJs at some gypsy club in NYC, so i know where i'm going next time. also my best friend who i'd be staying with there has an asshole roommate who assumed i was a total druggie because i work in an indie record store. when i do visit, i am totally dropping a baggie of baby powder on the floor and then locking myself in the bathroom for half an hour (i'll probably just play Pokemon). and i'll bring brownies. my friend says it sounds like fun since he's been such a dick to her (stupid sheltered New York law student).
i like vodka, and cupcakes, and my very own apartment. NO ONE IS BOTHERING ME. I DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT BEING TOTALLY SILENT. IF I WANTED TO HEAR SOME MUSIC RIGHT NOW I COULD PLAY IT. yaaaayyy! it took a little bit to get internet in here and i still don't have any furniture for the living/dining room (which is really just the carpeted half of the kitchen) but i have my eye on a futon thingy at Target that's wicked comfy and then people could stay here if they wanted and not have to share a bed with me (which i wouldn't really care about anyway since i have two twin beds strapped together with a special overpriced kit to make a king size, but yay privacy). also i should probably get a table and some chairs at some point but they are an expensive endeavor. i also want a record player and have found one at the local Big Lots but have nothing so put it on and only one record so first things first.
awww, i got frosting on my shirt. lame. oh well, it needs to be washed anyway.
i like vodka, and cupcakes, and my very own apartment. NO ONE IS BOTHERING ME. I DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT BEING TOTALLY SILENT. IF I WANTED TO HEAR SOME MUSIC RIGHT NOW I COULD PLAY IT. yaaaayyy! it took a little bit to get internet in here and i still don't have any furniture for the living/dining room (which is really just the carpeted half of the kitchen) but i have my eye on a futon thingy at Target that's wicked comfy and then people could stay here if they wanted and not have to share a bed with me (which i wouldn't really care about anyway since i have two twin beds strapped together with a special overpriced kit to make a king size, but yay privacy). also i should probably get a table and some chairs at some point but they are an expensive endeavor. i also want a record player and have found one at the local Big Lots but have nothing so put it on and only one record so first things first.
awww, i got frosting on my shirt. lame. oh well, it needs to be washed anyway.
so i think i got an apartment. i mean, i gave them $320 and all. so as long as some phantom bad credit shows up (it shouldn't, i dan't have ANY credit) then i've got myself an affordable, clean, cute little third-floor place with skylights over a river. 15 minutes closer to my boyfriend and 10 minutes away from work.
now the mass home supply buying begins.
also i'm going on a short vacation to New York next month. motivation? to see motherfucking Gogol Bordello.
but first, Michael Ian Black and Michael Showalter. and Sage Francis.
this is shaping up to be a pretty rad summer, if an expensive one.
now the mass home supply buying begins.
also i'm going on a short vacation to New York next month. motivation? to see motherfucking Gogol Bordello.
but first, Michael Ian Black and Michael Showalter. and Sage Francis.
this is shaping up to be a pretty rad summer, if an expensive one.
living here is laaaaame. there were plenty of apartments in town when the overprivelegd college students staged their yearly mass exodus to go back to mommy and daddy. but they went fast and my friend and i got screwed over on a nice place. landlords around here are dicks and won't take "well i smoke but very lightly and never inside anyway" for an answer and then begin to lecture you on how smoking is not permitted ANYWHERE NEAR THE BUILDING AND OH HOW THEY CANNOT HAVE SMOKERS LIVING IN THEIR BUILDING. EVER. then i guess those people who sit outside the coffee shop downstairs smoking are a figment of my imagination. and this was over the phone, i never even met the landlord, just the tenant.
living with my family is wearing out my patience. yes, i'm almost 22, now stop kissing me goodnight and peering into my grocery bags and constantly asking me how work and life is going. i have to force myself to go to sleep really early if i want to be left alone for one evening. and now my grandmother is coming up for my birthday. just like every year. i stopped liking you when i was about 14, grandma. i'm not going to spend every birthday ever with my family, going out to restaurants i don't want to be at - i don't even LIKE going out to eat anymore. when i don't have to get up really early for work in the morning, i just put on my pajamas and drink until all i want to do is crawl into bed with a goofy grin on my face. doesn't take much but still, if i want to drink at all i have to WAIT UNTIL MY PARENTS ARE IN BED SO I DON'T GET LECTURED. this is bullshit.
half of the apartments i call for i never even hear back from, and the other half go to people whose sanity probably doesn't hinge on them getting on with their lives.
the funniest part? my dad's never-ending midlife crisis has determined that he wants to move out of the house again, for no real reason this time, thus resulting in high-LARious jokes about "i guess we are competing for apartments, huh huh." fuck you, dad. if i lose an apartment to YOU forget it, i'm quitting everything, kidnapping my dog and my boyfriend (which will make neither of them happy as the dog gets carsick and the boyfriend dislikes the dog) and driving until i find a place that has reasonable housing costs and jobs that pay decent wages. i've heard stories....
now i'm on the road to 4 hours of sleep or less before another day of work. and calling apartments.
right now, life is bullshit.
living with my family is wearing out my patience. yes, i'm almost 22, now stop kissing me goodnight and peering into my grocery bags and constantly asking me how work and life is going. i have to force myself to go to sleep really early if i want to be left alone for one evening. and now my grandmother is coming up for my birthday. just like every year. i stopped liking you when i was about 14, grandma. i'm not going to spend every birthday ever with my family, going out to restaurants i don't want to be at - i don't even LIKE going out to eat anymore. when i don't have to get up really early for work in the morning, i just put on my pajamas and drink until all i want to do is crawl into bed with a goofy grin on my face. doesn't take much but still, if i want to drink at all i have to WAIT UNTIL MY PARENTS ARE IN BED SO I DON'T GET LECTURED. this is bullshit.
half of the apartments i call for i never even hear back from, and the other half go to people whose sanity probably doesn't hinge on them getting on with their lives.
the funniest part? my dad's never-ending midlife crisis has determined that he wants to move out of the house again, for no real reason this time, thus resulting in high-LARious jokes about "i guess we are competing for apartments, huh huh." fuck you, dad. if i lose an apartment to YOU forget it, i'm quitting everything, kidnapping my dog and my boyfriend (which will make neither of them happy as the dog gets carsick and the boyfriend dislikes the dog) and driving until i find a place that has reasonable housing costs and jobs that pay decent wages. i've heard stories....
now i'm on the road to 4 hours of sleep or less before another day of work. and calling apartments.
right now, life is bullshit.
I AM MANAGER.
I WILL MANAGE YOUR ASS.
...METAPHORICALLY.
...UNLESS YOU ARE A LADY.
MANAGER, YO. FOR REALS.
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and in under a week, my store gets broken into. i hope those fuckers looked right at the surveillance camera so we can catch them and arrest their asses soon. or his, or hers. whatever.
I WILL MANAGE YOUR ASS.
...METAPHORICALLY.
...UNLESS YOU ARE A LADY.
MANAGER, YO. FOR REALS.
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and in under a week, my store gets broken into. i hope those fuckers looked right at the surveillance camera so we can catch them and arrest their asses soon. or his, or hers. whatever.
i loooooove Bjork, and my favorite song of hers is Pluto, from Homogenic. you know, the song where she just fucking screams her little Icelandic lungs out. almost all of my favorite songs involve a girl screaming.
conversely, on May 8th, don't just buy Bjork's new album, pick up Sage Francis's new one as well. just fucking do it. if you're not completely blown away, then i guess you suck. i love promo copies.
conversely, on May 8th, don't just buy Bjork's new album, pick up Sage Francis's new one as well. just fucking do it. if you're not completely blown away, then i guess you suck. i love promo copies.
on the topic of currently-airing new comedy shows:
i have come to the conclusion that those who don't find the humor in the Sarah Silverman Program, The Naked Trucker and T-Bones Show, Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! and Saul of The Molemen just don't get it. to those people i say: more laffs for me.
Sarah Silverman: the hottest female comedian and also the only funny one (ok, i don't have anything against, say, Ellen Degeneres or Paula Poundstone, but they're old school). fuck you if you don't like her "shtick." yeah, her songs get annoying, but she's hot, so focus on that while she's singing. and the show is well-written and perfectly casted. get over your jealousy that you're not as pretty or funny as her, and begin to direct your rage at Jimmy Kimmel, who gets to sex her.
Naked Trucker and T-Bones: i am apparently one of the only three people on the planet who not only don't hate this show, but find it funny enough to watch each week and literally lol quite consistently. maybe it's people mistaking it for another Blue Collar. it's not. are the characters white trashy? yes. is that reflective of their target audience, to which they pander with relentless catchphrases? no. i can't even figure out why people don't like this show, other than maybe just people going into it with closed minds. i like the actors and i like the way the characters are portrayed and bounce off each other. it's FUNNY, goddamnit.
Tim and Eric: i heart Tim and Eric. another thing that is hard to explain to people who just don't get it. people who claim to looooove "random" humor don't get it because they couldn't correctly define "random" if they tried. it's cohesive silliness and it's too awesome for some people to handle, i guess.
Saul of the Mole Men: ok, this isn't the pinnacle of entertainment, but i happen to love the guy who plays Saul (Gerhard Reinke's Wanderlust, anyone?). he is absolutely the best part about the show. and it's high time someone did a real parody of the Krofft shit. i think the fact that there's a storyline helps a lot and makes me want to keep watching, even if some of the jokes last time fell flat. the jokes that do work are memorable and hold up for me.
there's my take. fuck you if you don't agree. i take my comedy very seriously and i'm sick of people worshipping shit like Robot Chicken or Dane Cook or whatever and then whining when someone who actually IS funny gets a successful break. it doesn't matter if you cry about not liking their show, they care if their dvd sells later on. and it will. to me.
i have come to the conclusion that those who don't find the humor in the Sarah Silverman Program, The Naked Trucker and T-Bones Show, Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! and Saul of The Molemen just don't get it. to those people i say: more laffs for me.
Sarah Silverman: the hottest female comedian and also the only funny one (ok, i don't have anything against, say, Ellen Degeneres or Paula Poundstone, but they're old school). fuck you if you don't like her "shtick." yeah, her songs get annoying, but she's hot, so focus on that while she's singing. and the show is well-written and perfectly casted. get over your jealousy that you're not as pretty or funny as her, and begin to direct your rage at Jimmy Kimmel, who gets to sex her.
Naked Trucker and T-Bones: i am apparently one of the only three people on the planet who not only don't hate this show, but find it funny enough to watch each week and literally lol quite consistently. maybe it's people mistaking it for another Blue Collar. it's not. are the characters white trashy? yes. is that reflective of their target audience, to which they pander with relentless catchphrases? no. i can't even figure out why people don't like this show, other than maybe just people going into it with closed minds. i like the actors and i like the way the characters are portrayed and bounce off each other. it's FUNNY, goddamnit.
Tim and Eric: i heart Tim and Eric. another thing that is hard to explain to people who just don't get it. people who claim to looooove "random" humor don't get it because they couldn't correctly define "random" if they tried. it's cohesive silliness and it's too awesome for some people to handle, i guess.
Saul of the Mole Men: ok, this isn't the pinnacle of entertainment, but i happen to love the guy who plays Saul (Gerhard Reinke's Wanderlust, anyone?). he is absolutely the best part about the show. and it's high time someone did a real parody of the Krofft shit. i think the fact that there's a storyline helps a lot and makes me want to keep watching, even if some of the jokes last time fell flat. the jokes that do work are memorable and hold up for me.
there's my take. fuck you if you don't agree. i take my comedy very seriously and i'm sick of people worshipping shit like Robot Chicken or Dane Cook or whatever and then whining when someone who actually IS funny gets a successful break. it doesn't matter if you cry about not liking their show, they care if their dvd sells later on. and it will. to me.
when i get snacky at night, i want CHEESE.
i don't know why.
specifically, cheapo mozzarella. there's an unopened bag in the fridge but i know if i open it i'll eat it all in 2-3 days and i didn't buy it so that's not ok.
looks like i ought to start buying string cheese, then.
mmmm, string cheese.
NOTE: this is not a forced attempt to be "random" - when i get hungry after late shifts i do legitimately want some fucking cheap mozzarella cheese. that shit rocks. also i'm drunk again. drunken cheese time = WHEEEE!!!
i don't know why.
specifically, cheapo mozzarella. there's an unopened bag in the fridge but i know if i open it i'll eat it all in 2-3 days and i didn't buy it so that's not ok.
looks like i ought to start buying string cheese, then.
mmmm, string cheese.
NOTE: this is not a forced attempt to be "random" - when i get hungry after late shifts i do legitimately want some fucking cheap mozzarella cheese. that shit rocks. also i'm drunk again. drunken cheese time = WHEEEE!!!
