[I know I said I wouldn't, but I've decided, since I'm not taking an active interest in keeping this thing up, to give the role to fiona__apple. Be nice to her.

It's been fun, kids. <3. ]

By the fucking stars above me, I had no idea I'd hit six weeks. Wait, I didn't. I've just been cloned. Amusing.

According to MTV News:

With her third album, Extraordinary Machine, collecting dust on some shelf in the basement of Epic's headquarters, and on the iPod of anyone with even a working knowledge of computers, Fiona Apple's starting anew, and hoping the second time's the charm. According to an Epic spokesperson, Apple's taking another stab at her ( Read more... )

And so I say "and on I go.": I'm trying to care. It's become a chore to put down the bong and open the laptop. This would probably require deletion but I've decided to boycott giving up on anything until my album is released. Even then, I'll probably just stick around to spite myself. I've been scrolling my friends page for an hour and all I really ( Read more... )

Sashay, Shante: So the New MBP Fashion Trend is cutting people from your friends list. Ex boyfriends, current lovers, your mom, your own cock. It's all so Haute Couture. I should start cutting people from my friends list. But really, what for? I'm already an elitist shit without a cause. No need to rub it in any faces. Besides, it's truly an ( Read more... )

Jesus Christ, why?! I mean, come on. I'm a bitter white girl with a piano, what do I know about pussy poppin'?

Disclaimed.

Late: Cigarette butts are depressing...Cigarette butts never fail to remind you that you have a severe co-dependence. An addiction. A need to destroy yourself slowly. However, despite the desperation of withdrawl, you neither have the will nor inclination to walk or cab around Santa Monica for an open Circle K to get your fix. You waste fifteen ( Read more... )

Un: I am utterly obsessed with Savage Love. It's one of those harrowing obsessions that send me skulking near Santa Monica college during the wee hours of morning, hoping to nab an LA Weekly before teams of lecherous community college students get their under-appreciating hands on them. My favorite volume consisted of story after story of gruesome ( Read more... )

It was supposed to be the perfect evening to make up for what an asshole I had been. It'd been over a month since I flew to London, leaving a note on my side of the bed, somehow finding three words an acceptable explanation. "Gone to London," it said in my sloppy cursive and to London I had gone. I don't know if I had a plan when I left, I just ( Read more... )

This world is full of lecherous, social climbing, back stabbing egomaniac's who's main objective in making friendships is not to enjoy the company of others but to further his or her own status in whatever "social setting". Not by being brilliant conversationalists, because they very well may be and not by being significantly witty or intelligent, ( Read more... )