kitty monster.

my friend took this picture many, many, many years ago and it is my kitty monster, rup-rhett. the dude that took it owns a bar and sends out invites for all these bar things and one day there was my rupey!

it is pretty much the greatest picture of him ever (despite the presence of an ex-bf in the shot, bleghh) he's all slim and trim and young and sly and sweet and badass and mischievous and sultry looking. i love this little jerk. today he is much fatter and has a hard time climbging onto things because of his lower region and it's excessive weight. the neighbor asked me if he was a "regular cat" a few months ago. and indeed, he is not. but not in the way the neighbor meant. i think.

i'm the one.

yep. that's mr. big. nothing really significant came from them other than the song below. and that song just happened to be MY ALLTIME FAVORITE LOVE SONG OF 1992. and maybe (DEFINITELY) could be on my top 10 for the rest of my life. i just love this old, terrible hair, cock rock of the 80s & 90s. i would have been the BEST groupie. nah, that is a lie. actually i would not be a good groupie cause i would fight with the other girls too much. i can be a wee bit jealous and territorial.
BUT i would have bagged someone from g n' r. i just know i would have.

please enjoy this valentine's week special on me. you are welcome. umm so there is a copyright on the real video (maybe because it's the only thing worth copyrighting- ha!) so i have to share with you a boring one. apologies.

it's been a long week.

and we all know i still have a thing for stringy haired hippie boys. still.
!
he makes me want to sit in a corner booth in a smoke filled bar and listen to a mexican cover band of nirvana...(actually happened to me once, minus the diego luna part)
look at his little (giant) fro!!!!!
thank you, diego luna, for being so extra hot.

feeling it.

so it goes.

i have had kurt vonnegut on the brain since i finished slaughterhouse 5 last week. i found myself staying up to late with weary eyelids because i did not want to leave his words each night...

it makes me sad to think of all of the close mindedness that has kept others away from his unbelievably touching and raw stories...and i admit sheepishly i am guilty of some form of close mindedness lately...but the spell now is broken!

towards the end of the novel is this picture and quote. it took my breath away and calmed me and excited me and put me at peace, almost immediately...

now if only i could find the perfect frame...

straight from D.F.

holy geez. diego luna is the tallest, sexiest mexican in the entire land of mexico.
i have never seen him in a movie i did not like and i just found out he was in some lame tom hanks business and now i have to go watch it. joy!

only this sexi mexi can pull of the sewn on patch girly hippie shirt look...

geeeyaw! milk was the greatest.

sigh.

IS HE TRYING TO KILL ME? A PSA FOR PLANNING ANIMAL PREGNANCIES!!! i can now die a happy and fully complete woman.

right after i make this my wallpaper on my computer for the rest of my life.

p.s. please go see every movie he has ever been in. now. and stay tuned for next week.

:(

for real. i can't take this friggin weather anymore. i hate complaining about the weather because i like seasons and some change but not this winter ice/snow/can't park in my driveway crap my usually unseasonably warm little central virginia town is accustomed to.

the week is filled with neil young and cat stevens and not in a driving with the windows down on a lovely day with a cute boy singing along way...in a i am not moving until this album plays through completely and then i will probably continue to lay here in silence for a while way.

let's focus on how much of a babe neil is in the video and how awesome it would have been to be in that audience of swinging chicks and dudes. i would love to go to a venue like that, like mtv unplugged was in the 90s.

a good thing.

so per usual i started feeling guilty about whining about life and winter and stuff that i am fortunate and grateful to have that others do not have, like food and shelter and well being...erghh.

i will now try my best to focus on positive things accomplished during this winter weather storm and i realized, i have been reading!!! in lynchburg there was a book encouraged to be read by the community and i read it cause a friend of mine b was badass about promoting it...(AND her blog is badass check it out...i want to go there...on my blogroll)

it was a pretty awesome book. and the main character was waaay hot. i only read books with hot dudes, btw.

so if you recall, reading books on my book shelf is one of those things i put on my birthday list. so since reading the last book was so enjoyable...and i was still finding time to peruse my copy of vogue i began again...
i had never actually read this book, ironically. i had some pretty liberal high school teachers and i went to hippie school you would have thought someone would have put this in front of me, but, alas...they did not. i put it in front of myself and it was most enjoyable.

next i will begin this book again. it has been forever since i have read it so i am excited!

(that makes 2 books down on my shelf, people! wahoo! perhaps i picked the more depressing choices from the shelf but i can be a bit of a glutton for punishment)

finally, in lieu of the death of j.d. salinger i cannot for the life of me find my copy of catcher in the rye...this is making me sad but i am pretty sure it because i had it some where convenient...so give it to me, snow day. i will dedicate you to finding my copy of this favorite and will relish all that is cute boys for the entire day.

there. i feel better and much less bratty.

turn your heartache right into joy.

obvi i am on a 70s hippie rock kick as of late. (yesterday i listened to the eagles for most of the morning. the eagles, people).

i have this slight obsession with songs that are somewhat morally compromising yet catchy and truthful and overall badass (like every frank sinatra song. ever. and most elton john and george michael songs...those boys ain't wanting to sing about no girls, y'all)

the first bar job i had was this rednecky pub and this song was on the jukebox and it was always a joke between the bartenders when we would "discuss" the events or what seemingly appeared to be a precursor to an event at the bar. most "discussions" generally resounded around this form:

bartender 1: woah. susie q. was pretty wasted and snuggling and smooching up on johnny b. isn't her boyfriend, pauly x. in georgia?

bartender 2: yep.

bartender 1: wow. i thought they had been together a while and were pretty serious. hmmm. she sure didn't hide that one...

bartender 2: well, you know what they say, "if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with."

bartender 1 & 2: hysterical laughter until they discover the barf in the front bathroom.



enjoy the snow storm folks.

oh by the way...

which one's pink? yep. i'm one of those people. i used to lie on my bed and listen to pink floyd full blast in the dark. i remember the times i played certain albums for people and i'd watch as they got hooked. i just saw this box set online and spent a significant amount of time shuffling through it. (the website was super neat-o!)

i am not a traditionally romantic individual...for instance, i find pink floyd romantic and nostalgic and timeless. CHEESY. i know, i know but the beginning years of listening to their music was filled with mind expansion and dreams of what would be and could be and the future. totally and completely: wide open.

i keep the rednecky classic rock station on my radio seek buttons. whenever pink floyd comes on i crank it up and retreat back into the 16 year old that was everything she wanted to be in her head...when i zoned out as a teenager and pink floyd was on, my thoughts and focus all came together. my dreams were clear and exciting.

here are my highlights (in no particular order)...although i honestly cannot pick just a few favorites because at one time i owned every. single. album. yep, i told you: i was one of those people.

what better to express your teen angst with than the wall?

more. this was a soundtrack to a terrible movie about two german addicts that went to an island to withdraw from heroin. they pretty much dropped acid and ran around naked through the entire film. there was one scene where the guy jumped onto a windmill and i saw more than i had ever seen (or really ever needed to see) on a man. i watched it with a male friend. it was NOT what we had expected when previously listening to the album. awkward!

wish you were here. this is what i call romance.

dark side of the moon should really

be in everyone's music collection.

just take my word for it.





my friend b girl and i used to listen this album,

meddle, so much i had to buy several copies it's drippy,

inspiring and opportunistic.

i could call it my favorite. if i had to.

my friend j still remembers the night i drove him around

and played this album for him for the first time. animals is a keeper.

and i love the piggies.

i had this album on a tape in my car for years.

the division bell is a good staple for road trips.

so as of late, i pulled out the old pink floyd (or what i have left) and turned off the lights and was still and silent. i recently remembered why i love music so much and decided that although others have damaged that relationship a little in the past...i am over it. i've invited music back in and we are having a great time together.

mmm: almost there...

michael cera is doing an excellent job turning into man meat.
he needs to make sure his jackets fit a little better, but he's young. let's give him time.

he is effing hilarious. i love his movies and, like most people with a soul, feel a twang of pain when i think about how awesome arrested development was before they murdered it.

good job, cera. keep it up. i look forward to seeing more of you that doesn't involve poo and masturbating jokes in the future but whatevs. i still think my humor is that of a 21 year old boy.

and feel free to sing more songs by the guess who.

thank you and goodbye.