March 25, 2010
DIY necklaces
March 24, 2010
Inhale. Exhale.
They're just bloated.
They're just bloated.
They're just bloated.
They're just bloated.
They're just bloated.
They're just bloated.
They're just bloated.
THEY. ARE. JUST. BLOATED.
Ok I feel a little better now. Re-reading this helps.
March 23, 2010
Sweat It Out Summer Mixtape
I woke up from a dream the other night where I was this dope underground DJ and this playlist was rockin’ in the background. It was weird seeing Obama there chillin’ with a drink in his hand and Pee Wee Herman was there too – not a bad break dancer either.
Also - since it was 63 degrees on Sunday I have been itchin' for Summer and this mixt is just the thing to get me in the mood.
Horchata – vampire weekend (This is my happy song right now)
Mr. Jones – Counting Crows (I am not the biggest CC fan but this song always puts a smile on my face and will forever do so)
No More Hot Dogs – Hasil Adkins (Best laughing song every)
The Realest Ni**az – 50 cent/B.I.G. (I am DEFINITELY too white to listen to this but I love it)
Breaking it Up – Lykke Li
What I Got – Sublime -
Dress You Up – Madonna
Leader of the Pack – Mapei
Hazel Eyes – The Darkness (let your hair down with this one)
Quiet Dog – Mos Def
Alive – P.O.D.
Vicious – Lou Reed
Pig – Sparklehorse
Closer – Small Town Trap (unreleased)
Gifted – NASA (ft. kanye, santogold, lykke li)
Amber – 311
Sweet Dogs – Trolle//Siebenhaar
The Healer – Erykah Badu
Breathe – Erasure
Created a Monster – B.o.B
Gangsters – The Specials
Skip Divided – Thom Yorke (modeselektor remix)
Hey Soul Sister – Train (their songs don’t the lead singers voice justice – it is SO good)
Imma Be – B.E.P. (I could care less if these guys sold-out I love them)
Stuck in the Middle with You – Gerry Rafferty
Before this list gets too out of control I will stop right here, enjoy.
Weekly Confessional

This past weekend was probably only the third time I’ve used them and I’ve had them for at least a year now. It is pretty nice when you do use them, they fit more groceries and you don’t have to worry about the handles breaking unless you’re carrying around Volvos in them which wouldn’t surprise me if some yuppie tried that.
For the life of me I can’t seem to remember to take them inside.
Plus when I’m with the Hub I have to decide whether or not I want to listen to him bitch about them. He thinks only hippies use them.
Have I mentioned how much he hates the smell of patchouli? He goes into convulsions when he’s around it. It’s quite humorous.
I have a theory on yuppies & hippies; yuppies are hippies with money.


