carnal knowledge

i finally saw this movie after having heard it referenced quite a bit. it was 2 hours of misogyny and i kept waiting for some sort of remorse from jack nicholson's character but it never came. i remarked to my mother at some point during the movie that i wish i had lived during the 40's, 50's or 60's and she told me i wouldn't have really liked it.

diane arbus christmas

i'd do this

from a submission on mcsweeney's titled "fun holiday recipes for self-sufficient singles":

"pour cider into a mug. heat cider in the microwave on medium high for 25 seconds. garnish with cinnamon stick. take a pull from a whisky bottle. cry while listening to tammy wynette’s christmas cd."

merry xmas to me

i just gave myself the gift up upgrading my flickr to a pro account. which basically means now i have unbridled reign to upload every cat picture i want without fear of space limits.

!

some people just know exactly what to get you. i guess it helps that this was on my amazon wishlist, but still. it's the best gift i've received yet.

barbara eden

best

everyone’s doing their “best albums of the year” lists, so i thought i’d do mine. this is unequivocally the best record i've heard all year.

semantics

i found out today that there's a name for all of the tchotchke and shit i like to collect: CURIOSITIES. that makes me feel better, and less tacky.

true enough

ugh, gross

i was looking at urban outfitter's men's clothing section because my little brother likes some of their shirts and i came across some pretty stupid ones. no, horrible ones. what self-respecting guy would wear any of these? moreover, what girl would possibly be attracted to a guy that would wear any of these? our culture depresses me, seriously. you might be saying to yourself, "these aren't that bad," but you don't realize that it's more than just the shirt. it's the mentality of the person who would wear it. also, you don't realize that i'm the type of girl who keeps a mental checklist of things a prospective guy could never wear, and i'm a bitch. i'm so grossed out that i can't even properly articulate how i feel. anyway, here are some of the worst ones i encountered:

jesus h. christ

I CAN'T BREATHE.

remember

1. to see Melancholia
2. to see that new Almodovar film
3. to check out Life & Luxury: The Art of Living in Eighteenth-Century Paris
4.
5.
6.

bookshelf envy

ugh

i was just afforded a view of the girl who lives in the duplex to the left of mine cuddled in bed with her boyfriend. his leg was draped over hers and his arms were around her. she just moved in and doesn't have any curtains up, so it's not like i was spying or anything, although i probably stood there staring longer than i should have. i felt a sharp pang in my heart as i tried to recall the last time i'd been held that way. a year, at least. i want somebody to throw their leg over me in a comfortable and familiar way.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=unboyfriendable

oh yeah, that's the stuff

karen walker's lastest spring collection entitled "the american girl," inspired by betsy and iris in taxi driver. i would wear all of this shit, minus the weird head scarf stuff.

assorted pictures from the past week

in order of appearance:

1. fuzzy ira on a dresser
2. crochet fantasy magazine, june 1977
3. aunt tommy, who many say i resemble but i don't see it
4. grandpa drinking his whiskey sour
5. lacey and madilynne, the last supper *sob*
6. ells bells
7. hangin' on the sill