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One Pistol’s Opinion
For some reason, I am totally rooting for Ashlee Simpson and Pete Wentz.
They seem compatible.
Maybe it’s their hair.
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Ambiyum!
The brooding Lady Pharmacist at the Rite-Aid gave me 30 Ambiens when she was supposed to give me 10!
Ambien is my fave pill. I think that might mean I’m getting old. Because my fave pill used to be Dexedrine.
But it’s not because I love sleep. I fucking hate sleep. What a waste of time.
What I […]
IT IS WAY TOO LATE IN SEPTEMBER TO BE SINGING THIS SONG!
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We Speak of Books, and it is Hot
You’re all dying to know how things are going with my new boyfriend. Here’s a transcript of one of our recent conversations.
Left Hook: Guess what, I finished Anna Karenina!
Daddy: …
Lefty: Yawn.
Daddy: …
Lefty: Haha! Just joking.
Daddy: …
Lefty: Sort of.
Daddy: …
Lefty: But seriously, why is finding God the solution to the plot pickle of like every 19th […]
Please Don’t Be Jealous…
…but I have a new boyfriend. Pistol Whip and I picked him up on the way home from the Brazilian Consulate. I don’t think he’s Brazilian, though. We were already in Brooklyn when we met him.
What’s the first thing every gal likes to do with a new sexpal and confidante? Accessorize him. Click through to […]
Do you get sick of me?
Because I get sick of myself.
Blargh.
When I do something, I really do it. Like: I might listen to all the Silver Jews records in my possession (well, except the newest one) like 476 times, reread Actual Air, and send Mr. Pistol a text that says, “Do you think if David Berman met me, he would […]
For once not a hater.
I didn’t have high expectations for the Arcade Fire at the United Palace Theater last night. I thought I hated that place. And even though I’m into the new record–it took me awhile to let it into my heart but I really do love it now!–I couldn’t help being a little backlashy.
Boy, was I ever […]
Sha-la-lee
Meet my ideal man.
[Sorry to horn in on your territory, Lefty. I’m LOVESTRUCK.]
“FOR THE TIME BEING BABY LIVE BY MY RULES” + that falsetto = the complete package.
***Bonus***
refers to sex as “making time.”
wants to get married.
P.S. Do you think it’s possible that “Two Faces Have I” is a metaphor for the falsetto/non-falsetto duality?
P.P.S. Oooh, this […]
I heart Nancy Franklin
Her TV reviews are pretty much my favorite thing about the New Yorker. And I don’t even watch TV, except at the gym with the sound off. It doesn’t matter whether you’re ever going to see the show in question, because her writing is so smart and funny and engaging, you just want to gobble […]
Read this entry >>Mr. P’s Special Day
On this day [redacted] years ago, Mr. Pistol was born in [redacted], and I sure am happy for that!
His mom wore what she describes as full makeup during labor. I’ve seen pictures of her sitting up in her hospital bed–pre-Mr. P–smiling nervously and looking very much like Princess Diana, if Princess Diana were an Olympic […]
Shine a Light
I don’t know why, exactly, but I AM HAVING THE BEST DAY. From the moment I woke up, my brain was awash with the good stuff. Serotonin, is it? All’s I know is I like it.
Maybe it started last night at Youpers, when Lefty and I sat elbow-to-elbow in stripey sweaters–unplanned, swear!–and I managed to […]
fuck. fuck.
This is only my second day on the “job” so when Lappy froze with this Geemers conversation on the display, it was panic station. I thought blood would come out of my eyes, which is a nice change from feeling like it’s coming out of my ears.
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