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it was sad today when i was walking around campus during one of my many breaks and i said “god, i don’t know what i’m doing. with anything. nothing makes sense.” and she told me “nobody knows. but it’s good not to have everything completely settled. that’s boring

it’s comforting to realize that you have friends that can say things like that. there are many different kinds of friends in the sea. the kind that just get you and you get them completely and you love them forever.

and then it varies all the way down the scale to people you just sometimes see and sometimes hang out with but you never really have good conversation or too many things in common and you get along only when the going’s good.

well, fuck the going.


while it’s good i can’t tell you how thrilled a boy becomes to read himself distilled into the words i pick to describe him. superhuman, massive, gentle and like a rubik’s cube. so many angles and they all feel so flattering.

truth is i have a hard time picking at first. talk about his biceps? how great he is in bed? the way he gets all shy and makes me feel like i’m bigger than life?

what? what next?

they tune in. they can’t help it.

but eventually it gets ugly and then every fucking post feels to be about them as far as they’re concerned. they don’t know me well enough to know that a breakup unearths so much that i just bring it all out and start talking about shit that happened six years ago before i even knew them. shit they’ve nothing to do with. some just internalize and act on the thing. some ask me about it. it’s gotta tear them up. but still.

they tune in. they can’t help it.

so vain. you’d think i was a one-hit wonder. you’d think i’d never felt so deeply as i do for them.


every single one of those complementary hair care products is formulated with soy, wheat, or fd&c colorings. those allergens are clearly listed on the label but are only three out of the 9287303401723487 ingredients i am no longer allowed to welcome into my life.

flagrant says: “fuck ebay, i want this crap out of my house.”

note: $$$$

flagrant says: “no, you’re not getting me… i’m not touching it.”

consider: a little bit over the top as the products are in sealed bottles.

consider: deliver them to a charitable organization?

flagrant says: “…and nobody’s putting it in my car.”

flagrant disregard

I’m so sick of Donald Trump.

Either get a hat on or get out of the public eye.

bunny mcintosh

The Girl’s Night story is just too long to type, but the bartender kept putting his arm around my waist, each time he brought me a beer…so of course I kept ordering beers : )


whatever fuckwads who think self-loathing is out. well, it is i guess, but you know, FUCK YOU. it’s not that someone like me is all yah my condition lends me the ability to SEE and KNOW the truth, that shitty copout all cynics give you. bullshit on that. it’s only a wall, you feel, is there. and you’re always different than everybody else and you always hate everybody else and everybody else pretty much always hates you. ‘specially if you reside in a suburban rich kid town and refuse to dye your hair blond. every girl fights here and wants to fight me. uuuuuuuuh-ok. it’s obviously because i am so pretty. pfft.

i dreamt i was incredibly fat last nite.


my girl raspil has a new layout and its better than yours

this week in rock in LA


blondie – house of blues

metric – el rey

bobby mcferrin – cerritos center

bacon brothers – key club

TSAR – Hangar 1018, 1018 S. Santa Fe, downtown – MIDNIGHT

$5 if you print out this flyer


TSAR – the good hurt, 8:30p

they might be giants – royce hall

the darkness – henry fonda

angry samoans – anarchy library

david lindley – mccabes

wild child – whisky

buck o nine – malibu inn

sunday 4/18

the darkness – henry fonda

happening harry & happtones (guns, poison members) – cat club

monday 4/19

jimmy reid – bb king’s

wayne kramer – cat club

michelle shocked – troubador

tuesday 4/20

shapes of racecars, monty, axl, mark antonides – the derby

cypress hill – henry fonda

kottonmouth kings – key club

michael penn – largo

michelle shocked

wed 4/21

beyonce, alicia keys, missy elliott – the pond

br-549 – the derby

thurs 4/22

morrissey – wiltern

star fuckers – cat club

fantomas – henry fonda theatre

jc chasez – house of blues

riley dog + simpleton + steph

kill bill vol. 2

directed by quentin tarantino

cinematography by robert richardson

starring uma thurman, daryl hannah, michael madsen, and david carradine as bill.

quentin tarantino has made his third perfect movie and he not only made it look easy, but made it look fun.

the writing is flawless the acting is solid but the look is fresh and the comedy is there and the action is there and the only thing thats not there is theres not enough stars in the heavens to award this film.

it was as if quentin filmed kill bill, realized it was a damn good three-hour movie but decided instead to hold back the best parts for the “sequel” and call the leftovers kill bill vol 1.

the rumors of you not needing to see the first to enjoy the second are true.

kill bill vol 2 stands on its own and shines on its own, it sneers on its own, its amazes on its own, its such a gargantuan shock to the heart that its almost like vol 1 was a warm up for what quentin knew he could do.

vol 2 runs laps around vol 1 in a way that vol 1 should have just been dvd extras, missing scenes, and deleted moments of this instant classic.

this is a dress rehearsal of a wedding between genius and artistry. action suspense humor, depth, subtlety, and beauty. the way movies should be made but simply cant be made because theres only one quentin and his fastball moves.

this is the work of a maturing filmmaker caught completely in stride, no longer the video store clerk trying to prove that he can direct, no longer the wigger in the kangol trying to show off his record collection.

this is the quentin tarantino that everyone hoped for after the one two punch of reservoir dogs and pulp fiction that never was realised in the pair of films that followed.

this movie was so good that i bypassed the miramax + ascis afterparty so i could run home and tell you to go right away before people start giving away the juicy bits because there are some parts that people are going to start talking about and it’s far better to see them for yourself unspoiled.

kill bill 2 gets the busblogs highest rating. as someone who was lucky enough to see pulp fiction the day it came out, i felt just as satisfied leaving this film, and i definately wasnt the only one.

john stakes + evhead + the detox