- Potentially buying this coffee mug. (Texts From Bennett is the most politically incorrect and morally depraved work of genius ever.)
- Really, really enjoying crooked teeth to the point that they’re becoming a prominent detail in my sex dream partners.
- Blowdrying my hair and getting out of bed. Because, ugh, so cozy.
- Why I’m so emotionally distraught over the fact that this tumblr hasn’t updated in 3 months. (Truth: Sometimes, when I’m sad, I look at this post from there and it’s impossible to stay sad. Or this one. Or this.)
- The fact that this post is turning into my version of an Oprah’s Favorite Things list.
- Posting this. Ah, well, you guys can handle it.
music
“We have power, you and I
But what good is that now
We could build a new world
If we only knew how
And we find we’re alone
We are old, you and I
We beg warmth from the sun
In the dreams that we dream
We ask what have done
And we find we’re alone.” – Jacques Brel, Alone (“Seul”).
New Year’s Eve: Part 5
StandardThis gent, who turned out to be a grad student and in a band (so we’re calling him Grad), and I wound up talking into the better part of the morning. He told me about what he was working on, I shared woes over having to do research.
I was drunk and comfortable enough that I sang. He said he was in a band and I forget why but I started singing. I think he asked me if I could do anything musical, but I just wound up crooning to this guy on a floor at three in the morning.
He was nice, relaxed, confident, comfortable. He was mature. He was an adult. A lot of guys I go to school with are children now, it’s why I tend to be more attracted to the female half of my age demographic when working within the frame of college fun.
At some point in the middle of the conversation, some guy sat down with us and asked me for advice. “My girlfriend’s so insecure,” he said.
“Why are you telling me this?"
He shrugged, "because you don’t seem insecure at all.”
It was weird to hear. I guess it was because I was singing or because I was drunk, but I normally wouldn’t say I’m not insecure. I have my moments, but as this tumblr constantly highlights, I’m constantly second-guessing myself, my lifestyle, my choices.
“That was weird,” I told Grad after the guy left.
Grad checked his watch, “we should get some sleep.” It was almost five in the morning.
I believe Grad was the first man since the first grade to try to erect me a blanketfort “worthy for me to sleep in”.
Could my answer be these two?
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
“Things don’t look much different now from where I stand
Looking for you, camera in hand
Someone’s gone away
And someone’s gotten taller
But the world stopped turning and the universe is much smaller
Since you showed me a thing or two about power in its purest form.”
Annie Clark has the most magnificent and unusual sex appeal. She’s a little strange, a little sweet, even a little child-like. Her voice is hauntingly gorgeous.
Not to mention she’s crazy talented.
St. Vincent at the Met, photo Ryan Muir
My Simian Mobile Disco phase coincided with me coming to terms with my sexuality. So, naturally, when I found this video, my theories were confirmed. (Not to mention I totally set to plotting how to get this to happen.) And, while I’m totally nostalgic, I can only imagine the sleazy conversation, probably over some pizza and beer, that went on when they were writing the treatment.
“So, okay, it’s a bunch of girls at a party. And they’re sitting in a circle and they are playing telephone. And then…they all just start makin’ out, man.”
Which is fine by me, but apparently this is the UK version. The US version has a bunch of models on pedestals eating junk food and luxury items and then vomiting until their faces get all disfigured. Social commentary aside, why the hell did my country pass up girls making out at a party for a really creepy video with ralphing models?
Oh, America. You don’t make a lick of sense.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
