I have a horrifying story that involves spiders and toilets. Therefore, it's going under a cut. You're welcome.

( Yuck and double yuck. )

I'm inexplicably not dreading the holidays this year. Hence happy festive Pyro. Those TF2 Christmas cards are so cute, I want to cry a little.

One thing I'm known for is my wildly inconsistent (if not downright bad) taste in music. People keep recoiling in horror when they find out that I like Lady GaGa. And not in a guilty pleasure kind of way. I really genuinely like her music and her stupid outfits. Having such bad taste brings shame upon my family. I know what I must do... Anyways, what I'm trying to say is her new EP is damn fine, damn fine.

I keep getting bombarded with BEST ALBUMS OF THE DECADE lists. Those are not supposed to affect me in any way shape or form, but I'm very miffed that I haven't found one yet that acknowledges Ys by Joanna Newsom. Granted, her voice does sound like a cross between a rabid cat and a drunken banshee, and it's definitely not accessible pop music that she writes. But still, it's the most mind-blowing and original album I've heard in many years, and all those fancy shmancy hype-happy music critics agreed when it came out in 2006. So what the fuck, dudes.

Contrary to popular belief, I'm actually NOT going to see Dethklok when they come to town. This is for a number of reasons, the most important of which being that it would be suicidal to take a bus in and out of Hollywood by myself, at night. I love being a carless 24 year old. But I'm alright. In fact, I wasn't even going to whine about it until I read an article in the LA Times yesterday about how FUCKING LAUGHABLY BAD LA County public transportation is, which is what reminded me. Seriously, the light rail train that goes in and out of LA's main train station doesn't even go downtown. It doesn't even go to LAX, for fucks sake. FFFFFFFFFFF. But I digress.

I checked out another Bill Bryson book from the library today. I'm going to remind all of you about how awesome this guy is. He's so funny and I love him so much, I want to shake his hand, buy him a beer, and suck his dick. Preferably all at the same time.



This picture is NOT going behind a link or a cut because, honestly, how could you even try to contain such sexiness?

I got bored so I took some shitty blurry cell phone pictures around my room.

( Something witty. Shut up, I'm tired. )

I try to avoid making negative posts because I'm a carebear and excessive shit-talking just makes me look bad. But holy shit, I can barely contain my loathing of that Fireflies song by Owl City. Seriously, it makes my toes curl. As much badmouthing as I do about most music I hear, that's a very rare reaction for me. I know I listen to a lot of hipster garbage, and some of it is rather blippy indeed, but...fhfbewfyubwgvu. Not gonna get into it. JUST HAD TO VENT MY POINTLESS RAGE.

So this post isn't a complete waste of space, have some Blind Melon (who I recently rediscovered).


90s hippy shit. <3