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The Coquette*
Staggering through life with an eager nose and a sharp tongue.
Telethon - Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton
I love presents on a Friday morning.
Silvia (Robotberget Remix) - Miike Snow
One of my favorite Miike Snow remixes.
Give it two minutes. You’ll see.
It’s five in the morning. Still dark outside, and I’ve given up on the possibility of going back to sleep. Three hours is enough, right? Right. At least I can read a few emails in the relative silence of the dawn.
One of my internet friends who calls me her Tyler Durden wrote to tell me that she spilled half a bag of blow into the bottom of her vintage bag. It was, as she puts it, a big white mess. (I’m assuming she’s talking about the bag.) I like getting her emails. They are comforting. She doesn’t ask questions so much as she updates me on her life, which is mostly fabulous and occasionally a trainwreck. Good times.
Someone else just wrote in with the following line: “your so annoying you only write back to the shit that you know you will sounds the most intelligent answering.” Well, duh. I’m glad there’s some random fuckface out there in the world annoyed with my intelligence at this ungodly hour. That gives me the warm and fuzzies.
I think I’ll go start my day now. The sun is starting to come up, and I have a doctor’s appointment in a few hours. Should be fun.
A Whiter Shade of Pale - Procol Harum
Is it cool if we just start killing all the rich white baby boomers?
"It’s an instinct to keep the idea of mystery alive at a time when it seems to be in historically short supply."
I’m constantly yelling at people for not having a sense of scale when pondering their relative insignificance in the grand scheme of things. Maybe this will help.
Contact - Daft Punk feat. DJ Falcon
The voice at the beginning of this face melting Daft Punk track belongs to astronaut Eugene Cernan, the Commander of Apollo 17, and the last person to walk on the moon.
The rhythmically flashing object the astronauts witnessed from their command module was assumed to be the S-IVB stage of the Saturn V rocket, though it was never confirmed.
Called Out in the Dark - Snow Patrol
There’s a midnight moment before the Xanax kicks in at the end of every weekend where I get the irresponsible urge to throw on some shoes and go for a night drive with the music thumping and all the windows down so I can smell the sounds off the street and taste the buzzing off the billboards and let the physical connection I still have with this ridiculous fucking city clear my head for the coming week.
Fuck that shit. Too pretty for New York. Too smart for LA.
Dude made a music video in space. What’d you do with your weekend?
Gotta Have U (Original Mix) - Touch & Go
Perfect Sunday afternoon poolside tunes.
If Morgan Freeman Read the Insane Delta Gamma Sorority Letter
I can’t stop laughing at this.
Allie did another post on depression. As per usual, it’s beautiful and funny and poignant and perfect.
