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Tue, Jun. 3rd, 2008, 11:30 pm

Yes, I am fully aware of how lame stuff like this is, but I am bored:

Post anything that you want here, and post it anonymously. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, what you think of me, your parents, boyfriend, anything. Just make it honest. Make sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post as many times as you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what others have to say.

Comments are screened and 100% anonymous. So, don't be shy.

Sat, Sep. 8th, 2007, 12:28 pm

"I am convinced that each work of art, be it a great work of genius or something very small, has its own life, and it will come to the artist, the composer or the writer or the painter, and say, 'Here I am: compose me; or write me; or paint me'; and the job of the artist is to serve the work. I have never served a work as I would like to, but I do try, with each book, to serve to the best of my ability, and this attempt at serving is the greatest privilege and the greatest joy that I know."

R.I.P Madeleine L'Engle.

Sat, Aug. 18th, 2007, 04:06 pm

I just found this and it made me laugh. It's a conversation from last April, when my mom was working at Harvard so she lived in Boston for a few months while my sister, dad and I stayed in Toronto. She got msn so she could keep in contact with us easily. And yeah, she was hilarious on msn.

If there is something else beyond, he isn't scared because it's bound to be less boring than today. says:
I made myself an egg.
MOMMY says:
I made myself a linguist
MOMMY says:
(get it?!)
MOMMY says:
so how is life as an egg?
MOMMY says:
seriously, now, what kind of egg?
If there is something else beyond, he isn't scared because it's bound to be less boring than today. says:
MOMMY says:
that is differentk ususally it is scrmabled (like this sentence)

Tue, Aug. 14th, 2007, 01:12 pm

Home alone and bored. I haven't done one of these in a long time. I'll try and make them semi-easy. I actually think I ended up putting the title of the song in most of them (50% of them have the name in them).

Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post your favorite line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING! And cheating is BAD!

01. "You took a white orchid and turned it blue." eek_amelia

02. "The times we had, oh when the wind would blow with rain and snow. We're not all bad. We put our feet just where they had, had to go."

03. "I was going round and round the hotel garage, must have been touching close to 94. Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car."

04. "What’s holding up her face? Nothing but blue skies. Passage ways to windows that don't close." countessmagpyr

05. "We want two states. North and south. Two, two states."

06. "Procrastinate, it can wait, I put it off. Let's start today!"

07. "Tell all the boys and girls from school to keep breaking all the rules, so their parents know they're individuals."

08. "Dusk at cubist castle. All the clouds are in past tense, all the kingdom is in fragments, and these paintings don't make sense."

09. "Started in '87 ended in '89. You got a garage or an amp, we'll play anytime."

10. "Tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises that you said you didn't want to fade. But they did and so did I that day."  runnnn

11. "I can't sleep cause it's only four in the morning. I think I ran out of dreams, and I can never be the same without you ruining my life."

12. "And oh, I'm not going back to the assholes that made me a perfect display of random acts of hopelessness." eek_amelia

13. "With cocoa leaves along the border, sweetness sings from every corner. Cars careening from the clouds. The bridges burst and twist around." banjomensch

14. "We don't have to be stars exploding in the night or electric eels under the covers. We don't have to be anything quite so unreal, let's just be lovers." banjomensch

15. "Tear up clothes you used to wear and you act as if you just don't care. Ohhhhhhh, Clair."

16. "My friend Goo has a real tattoo. She always knows just what to do. She looks through her hair like she doesn't care. What she does best is stand and stare." runnnn

17. "There are times when I could've murdered her, but you know I would hate anything to happen to her." countessmagpyr

18. "So you took your family and joined in the urban sprawl. Now you can’t see the stars as well but you’re near the mall."

19. (I needed to put all of this because it's the greatest. The artist of the song is a law nerd just like us!)

"So I, pull over to the side of the road
"Son, do you know why I'm stoppin you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mindreader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some more?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four;
license and registration and step out of the car -
are you carryin a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack! You should try out
for lawyer or somethin, somebody important or somethin"
Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes"
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!"

20. "I can never be the one who saves the day, I'm just the man in the music box. It's nothing special, I'm just the man in the music box."

Tue, Jul. 17th, 2007, 05:21 pm

I'm going to post a massive entry in a few weeks. I've been writing down important (or not so important) bits and pieces to remember, in my notebook in point form. But I figured I'd post a link to one of the bands from the Folk Fest, because they were really really amazing.

They're called the Fugitives. They mix folk music with spoken word poetry. One song gave me goosebumps when they played it live (Shiny Plastic Bags) and at the end of the song the man sitting beside me breathed out "Jesus..."

Heather and I saw the woman in the band (Barbara Adler) back in November or October. She was performing at Pedestrian Sunday in Kensington. She kept stopping because she had a whole bunch of snot coming out of her nose, and she was really hilarious about it all. I never got her name, but I've been trying to find her for a while, so when I saw her on stage during the folk fest I got really excited. And her band is amazing.


Check them out. Seriously.

Fri, Jul. 6th, 2007, 12:19 am

I am in pain. :( Stupid wasps. I was innocently standing around in the kitchen, making rice, and belting along with Jack's Mannequin, when this damn wasp decides to fly towards me menacingly. So I did the only rational thing I could think of. I flung myself onto the floor, ducking away from the wasp. Which caused me to pull a muscle in my neck, and now I can't look to my right without hurting myself. Life sucks.

I look nice in my NMH shirt though. And I'm leaving on an adventure in less than a week. So maybe it's not so bad.

Mon, Jun. 18th, 2007, 01:26 pm

Simon... Come on baby feed the night
Paulina... "Come on Simon feed me"
Milo... Loosen if you feel uptight
Paulina... "Milo you're so crazy"
Simon... Would you like a lovers bite
Paulina... "Why you always tease me"
Milo... 'Cause we want to
Simon...'Cause we love to
Milo... 'Cause we need to feed the night

Feed the night with lovers moans
With overtures and undertones
With booty bounce and saxophones
Come on come on and feed it

Feed the night with neon lights
With taxicabs and weekend flights
With mini skirts and megabytes
Come on come on and feed it

Your bod is so delicious
Your kisses are nutritious
Your buns are bubbaliscious
I fancy your design
I've got to make you mine

It's dark
It's hot
It's coming for you ready or not dot


Feed the night with motorcars
With super dates and pin-up stars
With photo-flash and candy bars
Come on come on and feed it

Feed the night when pleasure calls
With microfilm
And mirror balls
With party girls
And bathroom stalls
Come on come on and feed it

It's dark
It's hot
It's coming for you ready or not dot


Your bod is so delicious
Your kisses are nutritious
Your buns are bubbaliscious
I fancy your design

You're mine, you're mine, you're mine

It's hot


Thu, May. 31st, 2007, 07:51 am

Shiiiiiit. Jean-Claude Brialy died.

Fri, May. 25th, 2007, 03:26 pm

If anyone had any doubts that me and my friends are all going to be obese, here's proof. In a recent trip to the grocery store we bought:

- 12 cans of black cherry and vanilla coke
- A bag of Milkfuls
- 2 dozen donuts
- 6 packs of Gushers
- 2 packs of three Reese cups
- 1 Mars bar
- A bag of Cheetos
- A bag of Lays salt and vinegar
- A bag of sweet chili heat Doritos
- A bag of Ringolos
- A bag of Swedish Berries
- A bag of Sour Patch Kids
- 2 little bottles of Chubby (cause it's hilarious and reminds us of Chad)
- A box of 6 Dunkaroos
- A box of Reese Puffs
- White cheddar rice cakes (for Siobhan)

All to be eaten tonight, between four of us.

Wed, May. 23rd, 2007, 08:53 pm

Pitchfork: What goes through your mind when you perform?

Chan: "Did I write that down? Did my mom really do that that day? Oh I remember that song, that bird. I feel kinda sick. Oh, that person, that's a beautiful woman. My fingers are sweating." I mean like it never ends. There's no way it that there could be a set formula for [sarcastically] "a great show every time!" You know you'd have to be a heroin addict for it to be one set thing all of the time. Or you'd have to be so braindead or so rehearsed and so theatric. Produced? You'd have to either be really directed and produced, or completely braindead to have consistent...

Pitchfork: Premeditated?

Chan: Maybe. I don't know. I'm not actually talking about myself. Like [signaling at the photographer] she's taking a picture of me right now. Maybe she's only thinking about the lighting, or maybe she's thinking, "What is that fucking bitch talking about?" and, "This guy's kind of cute. Are they drinking tea? My back itches." You know what I mean? I mean when Jon Spencer or John Lee Hooker or anyone does what they do. Aretha Franklin or anybody... you know what I mean?

Like Mariah Carey, is she only thinking [mocks her melodramatic melisma and does a screeching vocal scale]. Is that all she thinks? Or does she think, "My sister has AIDS, I've been raped by my dad, I've been so manipulated, I can't see straight, I'm on anti-depressants, I've got so much money, I don't know who to trust"? Are those things going through her mind? All those projections are so...[trails off]

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