whoever sent me that message encouraging me to not get my new tattoos needs to elaborate on the reasons why i shouldnt get them. a simple "dont do it" doesnt cut it. im sorry.

ok next item of business

EVERYBODY needs to download (if you already have not) the hot boyz cover by dear nora & casiotone for the painfully alone from fluxblog (www.fluxblog.org if you dont know). as we all know this is one of the bestest missy elliot songs ever and was my ringtone for a long time this fall. my ringtone has since changed to the rain (supa dupa fly) which we all know is miss covering the great original by-- well i dont have time to find out but whatever. fine i know nothing! anyway back to supa dupa fly not only one of missy's finest songs but also one hell of a music video. remember those? MUSIC VIDEOS. perhaps if your not familiar you could check out fuze or mtv2 or sometimes BET or if your up at 4 in the morning regular old MTV or VH1 cause they gave up on the whole music video thing long ago in favor of teenage girls screaming and "reality programming." at least VH1 owns up to the lack of reality and refers to it as "celeb reality" or "surreality programming" by inference. anyway... i say we bring back the box. remember the box? not only 100% music video programming but its like a jukebox on tv and everyone has to watch your picks for only a nominal fee.

this week without david has SUCKED. mostly cause david got here and then liz got here and then gen got here and then amanda and gabe and nina and zahava and matt fox. and then they all left simultaneously. and ive been sitting in my apartment alone mostly except for my once in a while excursions to play with amanda and jaqueline. and the cat, good old skinny mini, has been completely nuts cause everyone left and the entire burden of his attention getting rests on my shoulders. anyway... ill live.

this blog has always had a strict apostrophes on all contractions and no capitalization rule. but ive noticed ive gotten lazy. so please forgive the occasional capital letter and the near complete disregard for the rules pertaining to the use of the apostrophe. especially in this post.

hey look im blogging! like a real post! with substance and more and 3 sentences and no pictures!

oh another thing pertaining to music. the fiery furnaces. used to hate them. especially due to the fact that my initial exposure to them was that horrible cover of norwegian wood, which has since grown on me but the initial shock was pretty incredible. so yeah. now i think theyre fun and interesting and cool. in a way.

today... 80 degreess. beautiful clear skies and sunshine all the way to heaven. gotta love the south. its springtime in nola. has been for a month or so. too bad summer has to come in a few weeks and its going to be like... like... like a fiery fucking furnace! till the end of october. boo.

lets see... what else?

oh yeah! tonight is the finale of project runway. get ready kids! poor daniel v, he had such potential but according to what ive seen of his collection, he has squandered it almost entirely. and those woodshop looking bags!? jeesus.

oh! do we all know i got a DUI on the monday after my birthday and spent the night in jail and poor daivd almost died of worry. sucks big time! biiiig time.

ok i think thats enough ranting.

oh and there might be a wedding next spring/summer so watch out.

stay crazy.

ooh i want some burled scrimps. damnit. oh well.