Hmmm....I really do not know about this whole "cool" thing, I mean people use it in the context of when their mood-rings change colour or to describe those who really wouldn't care if you got drunk and stoned. I don't like this. When I mean cool, I mean jumps out of a burning helicopter after saving a bunch of really cute kittens, opening a giant parachute with Bill Murray's face on it and then landing on a neon orange stage, greeting Annie Clarke with non-chalance, introducing me to her and then you know still having time to write a letter to their mother or make somebody else smile kinda cool. Chyeah.

Sadly, I don't even fit into my own definition of cool because only a loser leaves a trillion assignments to the last minute and seriously considers procrastination workshops. THANK JESUS-MARY-MOSES THAT IT IS FRIIIDAY!

Since I'm failing a bit at life right now I'd frankly quite settle for being rad...



...or being this music video or, you know, living in Darwin Deez's hair.

How have your days been loverlies?

Falling so madly in love with defunct bands is the worst.




...actually, falling in love with anything defunct is quite likely to make you incredibly miserable.

btw, a really, really BIG thanks again to all that helped with the last post. Youse are legends:)

CALLING UPON THE SUPER DUPER PEOPLE OF CYBERSPACE -know of any amazingly outlandish photos you could see gracing the likes of Dazed and Confused or Pop or iD magazine? It has to be good quality though, something I could stretch or shrink and not have look mutant on an A4 sheet of paper. Also, it'd be wonderful if no human junk was jangling or gyrating- this is a school project soooo people of around 70 would be moderating it and I'd rather not give them a heart attack. If you could send some links or whatever my way that'd be highly appreciated. Very, highly appreciated oh yes.

Please and thank you. Here's some cool music for you loverlies:

Oh, extra points if anyone can find anything editorial-like concerning Dia del los Muertos (Mexican Day of the Dead festival). Seriously, I will immortalize your goodness in a song.

Yep, I'm going now.

"Growing up in the Jersey suburbs fostered a well-developed sense of humor. There's nothing else to do as a kid except go to Friendly's and make fun of all the freaks."

-Karen O

I live in Adelaide and Miss O, I know exactly how you feel. Sometimes I have 3 hour long phone calls based solely on the nose-pickers and flickers, vegan androgynous couples and violent, hair chewers I see everyday. Thank you so much to the perverted wearer of the ankle-length leather jacket that catches my bus; I happen to know that you write some amazingly fucked up poetry about your psychotic sexual relationships and your undying love of cocaine- you make sense of listening to this song on repeat. I say all these things knowing that I'm not exactly a mentally stable prize pig either... I take comfort in that.