Sugar, Sugar | Ike and Tina Turner
I heard this yesterday in Blue Bottle Coffee where I had the best iced coffee ever (and I don’t even like iced coffee) and where I could people watch all day long. Anyway, this song is simply the best (see what I did there?) (I know, you’re welcome).
What I’ll be eating consuming subsiding on (?) (fingers crossed) (TEEHEE) for the next week. I imagine that this is what it feels like to be Julia Allison? I’m right, right? Please say yes.
Is it ok to put my chlorophyl supplement in a beer? # It’s 5 o’clock somewhere. Where? My apartment. # Green beer (get it?) (no, but, srsly: do you get it?) # Veganism 2k10 # I’m only drinking Corona Light cause it was a gift but, really, it’s pretty tasty.
Ok, menswear and straightmanthings like Star Wars aren’t really my beat, but I am in love with these, and I want you all to love them, too.
(discovered via jesuisperdu and bees-knees)
Now, I think I care more for the spontaneous right things, the seemingly insignificant right things that men wouldn’t even know they are doing. The things someone writes back in a Monday morning email without me asking or expecting at all. The goodness that surprises me and not the hollywood promises I wanted too much. That must have been exhausting for the men I’ve loved. And where was the room to ever say just what they meant?
Never pick sides
I listen to this song and I knew it from the start. I know this contra; I have been this contra and I have loved this contra. Eventually the wars figure out the defectors and the nationalists and we maybe we switch armies and life just goes on.
But these lines will stay in one hand, breaking my heart 100 years later.
Never choose between two
But I just wanted you
I just read this, and towards the end, I found myself nodding furiously, as if Erica could see me agreeing with her. Go read the whole thing, please. Erica is wonderful. If you don’t follow her, do so immediately. That is all.
Chloe Sevigny at the party celebrating her collaboration with Nana and Opening Ceremony.
On days like this, I just want to stay in bed and look at photos of Chloe Sevigny on Terry Richardson’s blog. (That I’ve chosen not to do so is a testament to my grown-up-ness.) (Good job, Self.)
Ahem. Today I got macked on again (the fourth time this week) because of this book. Cosmopolitan, if you’d like me to do an exposé, I’m available.
Today’s stupidly attractive European man watched me pull my copy out of my bag and then told me that he’s reading the very same book right this minute*! He also told me that he was enjoying TAKING IT SLOW because the book is not in his MOTHER TONGUE**. Considering the density of this book, I think that after I’ve read it, I’m going to cut out the pages and make it into a vessel for chick lady lit—I’m totally sure that once I hollow it out, it can and will accommodate something smaller and girlier by Miranda July or some other literary lady. What I’m saying is this: Get ready, world, I’m about to be unstoppable.
*Though he offered no proof.
**Caps added for emphasis. Also I swear that he said these things with a suggestive smile on his face/I imagined (desperately hoped) that he was saying these things with a suggestive smile on his face.
Hotel Yorba | The White Stripes
I’ve just rediscovered this song. Plz excuse me while I dance around my apartment, singing and screaming and counting.
