81 posts tagged “los angeles”
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
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:
So, there is one upside to working from home all day without air conditioning.
When it's too hot to handle anymore, you can always finish off the work day in your bathing suit:
Treat me just like a dog
I don't mind at all
I feel bad, but Babe, come on
You're a big girl now
Bring me my papers
Bring me my coffee
Pick up your check and go
You're just my employee now
I don't need you
I don't need you
I'm not alone
What can I say to you
To shut you up right now
Oh nevermind, you don't got the nerve
And you're not the first
Bring me my papers
Bring me my coffee
Pick up your check and go
You're just my employee now
I don't need you
I don't need you no more
I'm not alone
My art show went well. Everyone was really awesome. I met an enchanting Parisian man and his model-esque wifey, If you want to buy my art, you can check out the Show Cave in Echo Park. You should buy it. I want to buy a pink Vespa. I'm not saving for a house because I don't need that much space to die alone in.
I genuinely feel like I've chosen to surround myself with some pretty special people in my day to day-- if I didn't have friends like Ed, Kendall and Slippy in my life I would probably die a broken-hearted mess.
Fuck, you guys. This town is pretty hard sometimes, ya know?
Shhiiitttt...
I just realized something that's very unique to LA and possibly NY that I don't think is true of many other places.
So, I've had the soundtrack to Bones sitting on my side table in my living room for about two weeks now, all wrapped like new in it's cellophane packaging as if I had just purchased it from the store. If that had been the case when I was living back in Massachusetts, anyone who would walk into my apartment would undoubtedly look at me and say "Bones, Molls? Really?". I mean, let's face it: It's a little bizarre for even a rap lover like me to have a shitty soundtrack to a shitty movie sitting around all brand new looking in the middle of my living room. BUT! In LA it's a totally different story because everyone who comes into my apartment most likely has a similar item in their house: a bottle of fancy, overpriced lotion, an sealed DVD copy of How to Lose a Guy In 10 Days, a mix CD of emerging local folk artists...
It's all SWAG bullshit. You go to a movie screening, a sponsored party, whatever and you get a bag of free crap. In other words, you wind up with a plethora of semi-valuable shit that completely doesn't apply to you in random stacks around your living space. The only thing I can compare this to from back home is perhaps radio station t-shirts and magnets with the phone number of your local pizza parlors.
This weekend I'm showing a piece I conceptualized at my friend Rodney's art show. Here's the flier:
So, I just got back to LA from a weekend in Boston. I miss it already.
I'll post pictures and maybe a video soon, but here's a couple things I want to say:
1) The Hello...Shovelhead! show this weekend was amazing. My friends are very talented and I was a part of something extremely special. There's no way that I'd be doing what I do if it wasn't for that experience and the people I shared it with.
2) My mom's store is awesome. If you live in Massachusetts, go check out her store in Needham or any of the other locations (I'm also partial to the Newbury St. one-- great designer deals.)
3) One of my all time greatest friends and my (most frequent) Shovelhead writing partner Ryan is moving out to LA soon. I'm blogging this because when I blog things, they become fact.
4) Today is my fake boyfriend Ed's birthday... I made him this to celebrate:
