She & Him is the fucking best. New fave. Downloaded half the album last week and then just bought the whole deal today at Amoeba. That's right! I buy music, people! You should too! Slippy said he thought Amoeba would be closed within 5 years because of downloadable music taking over.
Look. Look in my eyes. This is important: Don't let that happen.
If my teenage kid doesn't have a local record store where he and his friends can hang out and talk shit about me and his father, well then I will up and invest all of my time and money into time travel technology so that I can go back and abort that poor child as soon as I have a chance. I don't know if I can bring children into such a world.
I know music is expensive, but I think it's one of those things that, as long as you're not buying compulsively, you will never regret having it. There have been a lot of shirts I have spent money on that have, in retrospect, not flattered my figure and have been plain ol fucking ugly. Even an old Will Smith CD isn't entirely regrettable.
I have just come home to see that my bike has been stolen.
Hey, Los Angeles? Fuck you.
Fuck you and your big dumb face.
You will cry hot tears into your pillow for the vicious ways you have mistreated me.
Also, fuck that horrible Lisa Loeb wannabe that yelled at me in front of Birds tonight. Your biggest disappointment in life, fake Lisa Loeb, will most likely be that there is not enough asshole for you to consume on the planet earth and because of that I feel sorry for you. Seriously, I have spent some time with myself wondering how I could treat women better as another woman and potentially advance mankind, and you my dear, are bringing down the heard. Fuck off and die, you evil, evil subhuman species. I hope whoever that "important person" you were bragging about having in front of the bar knows he is sleeping with a woman-hating, threatened, tired bitch who makes it her business to hate upon the awesomeness of others.
Eat a dick and die,
Molly Caithlin McAleer
I've been trying to figure out what kind of voice this hedgehog has. Maybe like an LOLCat kind of voice? Or like an old timey newsman kind of voice? Or maybe like a Barry White voice, just to juxtapose his little body? He kind of looks old and wise, but there's definitely youth radiating from his spirit. It's a tough call.
That's what sucks about this picture. Now I know this hedgehog exists, but I also know that he and I will never, ever meet. That's going to rip me apart inside. I don't know what kind of voice he actually has and I never will know because he's off somewhere in his part of the world and I'm over here in mine. We won't cross paths. It's highly unlikely anyway. Even if we did, he wouldn't know to say hi. I am one of many admirers.
Suddenly, I am angry with the person who has shared this photo with me. I was better off not knowing. I was happy when I was ignorant.
Today I was responding to random reader emails and this nice girl emailed me about the dress I made a couple weeks ago.
After I replied, she wrote back with the following line. It made me smile big time:
Also, this is probs creepy/TMI, but sometimes when I am watching shitty television in my pajamas/thinking about the girls my ex-boyfriend is nailing, I look at pictures of Wagandstuff and it cheers me up, for reals.
Real cute, right?
If it's any consolation, your ex-boyfriend is probably a fucking asshole.
Kendall is coming over tonight and we're meeting with the director of our stage show. Kendall just made a UCB Harold team, Internet. My girl's a fucking big deal. You don't even know about it. Actually, that's what I was taking her headshot for (she went with the second one, for anyone who hasn't been following in the comments).
Oh, and here's this sweet video we made about being women:
I can't take credit for the original notion of the "Comfortable Girl", it was something that was relayed to my by my friend Lindy and originally it came from one of her friends in New York or something, but it's an idea that's been all up in my brain lately and I'd like to put out there my thoughts on this matter.
A Comfortable Girl is basically that girl you know who is super comfortable in her skin in a way that most people you meet just aren't. We all know different kinds of Comfortable Girls, but their MO is more or less the same. They live with their boyfriend of six years in Santa Monica and have no plans of getting married, but this doesn't strike any fear in them. They are just happy being with their partner. They carry a big ass tub of tea tree balm in their purse and apply it frequently and liberally regardless of the situation they are in. In fact, their purse isn't a purse, it's a big ol' sack, and not in a Birkin sense, in a "free NPR tote" kind of way. They may have a personalized Moleskin their college roommate gave them "years ago" that they keep interesting articles about whales and dog parks in stuffed in the bag. There's probably also a Tupperware container of homemade tabbouleh in there that they will pull out and eat in line at the bank.
Comfortable Girls aren't high matenence in any sense, but they always look pretty because they have mastered the art of the stress-free glow. They can confidently accept a compliment and they are unaware of the insecurity this strikes in the other females around them. They are typically physically fit, and this could be because they are down to strike a yoga pose at any point. In fact, some of the most comfortable girls can manage to pull off a yoga outfit as actual clothing and not something you purchased to sweat into.
I'm not bashing these girls, I am in awe of them. To be able to walk through life without any visible neurosis is a skill that I will never be able to acquire. I am a 24 year old chick who uses wrinkle cream because I need it, OK? But I'm keeping it interesting with all my crazy bullshit, and the same goes for all the people I love the most and keep the closest to me. These Comfortable Girls are just spiritually in the Downward Dog position, they have no idea they are a threat to your average basketcase. Next time you're talking to one of these girls and you catch a whiff of their freshly baby shampoo-washed and air-dryed hair, think of what I just relayed to you and relax knowing that you're hip to their game.
Kendall needed headshots today for an audition tonight, so I took em for her. We can't decide which we like better:
When Shovelhead alums came to my parent's place for a BBQ, my step dad whipped out the Harley and it turned into a photo sesh:
