June 11
You know what? I give up. I tried to make this photo less washed out, it didn't work. It fulfills my minimum requirements: 1.) Hides gigantic pimple on cheek. 2.) Conceals enormous ass
FYI:
This entry, not an important one.
Stuff and Stuff:
The new Radiohead CD? Love it. A lot.
Blimps in NY? Saw not one, but TWO. They are creepier at night.
Turdmonster stuff? Not at Picachu Plaza in New Jersey. I'm starting to think that I invented Turdmonster based on some stuffed thing I found in the store. I mean, if he existed, wouldn't there be SOME indication of him here in America, at a a japanese mall? Can it ALL be Pokeman and Batzmaru and Doremon? It can't be. I don't believe it. Kogepan is cool, but he scares me a little. That big blank head is weird and unnerving.
There are trees that only grow in Brooklyn. Or at least, there are trees growing in Brooklyn that do not grow in Connecticut. They smell like my childhood and make me wistful and nostalgic.
Puerto Rican Day Parade, etc. This happened last week here in New Haven, and apparently, it was yesterday in NYC. In between last week and yesterday, there have been honking cars festooned with the Puerto Rican flag slowing down traffic all over the place. Remember last year when a gang of guys surrounded women in the park and soaked them with beer and water and ripped off their blouses and bras and groped them? You'll be pleased to know that the city had put together some kind of police task force so that the same actions wouldn't be repeated at, now this is the part that cracked me up, the St. Patrick's Day Parade. Think about that. Irish guys spraying beer on Irish women, in MARCH? Forget the month, Irish guys wasting beer? Are you daft, people? It's BEER. Wet tits happen in the rain all the time. Geez. Really, though, I thought that was kind of funny. The St. Pat's parade has been going on for years and years with nary a grope. Suddenly, because it happened once, it's going to keep happening? Okay.
I am a whore, a WHORE for White Castle. I do not, as a whole, chow down on a whole lot of fast food. White Castle. I see it in the distance (not in Connecticut, goddammit) and I want it. I know it's there, and I am no longer able to concentrate on anything else. I see White Castle as this gleaming icon of Dana's Yesteryears, and I need to have them. It's wrong. It's sick. I know. And the worst part? The very truth of the matter? I didn't grow up eating a whole lot of White Castle. My mom hated it. There wasn't one right near my apartment. The first time I had it I was all "ugh, these are weird and little and 30 cents. Do I trust 30 cent meat?" As it turns out, yes! I do. And I like it a lot. Yom.
Ikea makes me want a big empty house or apartment that I can fill with poorly put together by me but cool and funky products. I want BIFFA on my walls. I need to sleep on Skuut. I want to drink my latte (people who outfit homes in all Ikea don't drink plain old coffee, no no!) out of a Koppa. I want big cheesy flower pictures on my wall. I love Ikea. Even stupid shit looks good there, the way they put it together. Things I'd normally hate, I love. There's some weird spell thing they must do when you walk through the door. It's all "You do not need the napkins. You want the napkins. The napkins are 50 cents. You can afford the 50 cent napkins. You want the lantern. It is 4 dollars! To go with the only 4 dollar lantern, buy the bag of BRITTE, the tealights. That will all look so cute on your porch!! That table? The glasstop one? You will get your heart set on it, and WE WILL BE OUT! This will bring you back to us. COME to Ikea! COME TO US!! Buy! Buy!" It's a sickness. When did I become a mirror obsessed freak? Why, when I found Ikea, of course! "Only $3.95?! I need this!!"
Am I too stupid to take Japanese if I find it offered somewhere? I'm leaning towards yes, but I'm going to do it if I find a course. Why? Well, really, why not? I can't deal with the idea of going back to school full time. I just can not do it. Though, going back to school would get me the fuck out of this job. The downside to that is, of course, that without my job, I can not afford important things like going to school.
At the Japanese Mall (I just realized that I went to a mall Friday night AND Saturday AND Sunday!) I got these stickers. They show a potato with a face. The sticker informs me that he is called "Gagpotatoes" and his motto? "Whenever I'm weary from the battles that rage in my head". Yep.
Did I mention the new Radiohead? Love it. Best CD I've bought in a long, long while. Don't know why I love it as much as I do, it's just striking me the right way, but that's got as much to do with how atmospheric I find it to be as anything else. It's not at all like "The Bends" (which is, FYI, my favorite Radiohead CD, except that I have it on tape..)
Dana's Desert Island Disks Du Jour:
1.) Tom Waits: Rain Dogs
2.) Radiohead: The Bends
3.) Smashing Pumpkins: Siamese Dream
4.) Bob Marley: Kaya
5.) Paolo Conte: Aguaplano
6.) Radiohead: Amnesiac
7.) Leonard Cohen: New Skin for the Old Ceremony
8.) Bad Religion: Suffer
9.) Bryan Ferry: Bete Noire
10.) Afghan Whigs: GentlemenAbout three of these always change. The Afghan Whigs thing was something that just occurred to me. The new Radiohead, obviously, just made it to the list today but I am under the impression that it will stay.
There was a book I found yesterday. I don't know the title because, duh, it was in Japanese (see? I do need to learn Japanese!). It was how to make sushi. Sound normal? Well, it was how to make sushi IN THE SHAPES OF POKEMON AND SUPERMARIO BROTHERS. There was a how to make a sushi Tamagotchi, but not The Dude Who Lives In My Truck, so I didn't buy it. It was sufficiently weird and fucked up for me to stand there and look through the whole thing.
I'm sick to death of my hair. I need a cut. I need a new color. I'm bored with it.
When did they stop making 100 percent cotton hoodies? Just curious. Anyone know where I can get one?
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I jumped in the river, what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
All the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt