Here are three amazing songs and their videos I discovered last night.
This video just straight up rules. It’s creepy sad and the dancing is phenomenal. The music, I love, I don’t know what style this would be categorized as but it’s what I like at the moment plus forever.
This video is crazy cos the dude cheats on his wife and meanwhile she’s under the bed then sees his gun, hyper emotional what to do what to do???
This is festival music. Had no idea where the video was going but there it went and I dig that too. MTV.NL plays night videos and I figure it’s not the same garbage they’re seeing back home so why not share in the joy what my ears get to experience. You’re welcome.
Bonus video.
I can easily see swaying lovingly to and fro to this jam at a show. Thanks bye. Happy Saturday. I get to spend this nicest most gloriousest weather day yet cleaning out the garage ^$&^$*^.
You think you can dance? Yeah that’s what you think. Now watch this ten year old school you to pieces. This is Kaycee Rice and while it seems a little inappropes for a 10 yr old to dance like that, the PBE jury is out on that one cos it’s quite commonplace these days for girls to be all growed up at so young also she’s dance-owning and not like, being sexual about it like pageant creepy plus she’s major athletic and definitely superstar to-be successful, music videos in outer space who knows other than time to hit the gym instead of watching this on repeat. Kay maybe just one more time. Ps. It gets super good bananas at 0:33 seconds. JEALOUS.
Hey mes amis happy Canadork Day! Went for a 4k walk around 2 in the afternoon, here’s a ton of pictures of it. Next time no flip flops.
One of my fav fields cos it’s beside this forest I’m sure there are (and there are) plenty other more potential favourite fields out there no offense to them.
It was sunny and a little cloudy and warmish. This is the coldest summer ever, it’s like, not even summer pretty annoying but also alright cos “it’s Europe” and gets a pass because of all the European stuff but if this was Canada rockin’ this bs weather I’d be super pissed.
Vamping in da bush.
Fabulous pajama tee. I kinda want like 50 more of them then I’ll never have to do sit-ups ever again.
I look like I’m at the mall.
Or a sleepover.
I think you guys should/would/could appreciate how un-priss I am/we are these days it’s sort of funny when we head out to feed the ducks in whatever house garbage attire we’re wearing and run like hell through the park to the ducks I actually stopped and laughed at how absurd we looked when I caught a glimpse of our reflection in this little gingerbread house window. Don’t care no time no time ducks ducks ducks. Quack.
Hi “people” what day is it today, Saturday? Groovy. My stay in Neverland Netherlands is coming to an end next week so it’s like, “cray” I guess. Loose end tying up sorta thing, tidying up and of course maybe a fraction of all that has been accomplished.
There’s a party tonight we were gonna go to but can’t afford the three day hangover so we’s aint’s. Too bad though I kinda wanted to show myself off some more before leaving, get drunk and then belligerent with a local or two about Canada or whatever. It can wait.
It was our 3 month anniversary on Thursday and yeah 3 months is nothing but I think it’s important to acknowledge milestones in the beginning cos eventually you won’t anymore, moms count their baby’s ages by months so the infancy of relationships can so too cos you never know how they’re gonna go or last so three months is a lifetime especially when you’re inseparable, you can easily take each other for granted in your jogging pants oh hi you again yeah hey, anyway long story short we celebrated with dinner and drinks already so don’t feel up to partying again tonight. Fuck I’m old bouncing back is impossible.
Happy Pride Toronto and anyone else who cares, have you ever been arrested by a gay cop before? Looks fun right this is their station. I’m like hey cool Pride and bf is uh what? It’s like that every day of the year haha SWEET.
I hurted myself. I am a “blogger” kay so I take pictures of things and sometimes those things can cut you.
It bled forever. This place did not at all give a shit either which was more hilarious, oh Europe. It’s like I fell down all the stairs in your establishment and they’d ask if you had a good time.
If a kid did this in Canada or The States it would have gone over a lot differently.
Coulda been worse but it still bled forever. Bf walked in after five minutes of me not coming back from the bathroom and was like what now hahaha. I was mostly annoyed cos it happened before I could go pee so I was bleeding and really had to go. Always go before you start the photoshoot I guess.
It’s hard to see glass on glass and oh I dunno wasn’t expecting a weapon like this. I pulled it out to get a better picture and that plunged into my thumb.
The beginning’s damage. When you first cut yourself or injure yourself there’s a moment of denial then wonderment of how bad is this going to be.
Loved the restaurant though, it’s an apotheek. I told you what that means before and the thing I cut myself with has something to do with that.
Freckle freckly.
Can you tell what that is.
We were totally under-dressed for this place, don’t care. Weren’t even planning to go out to eat, it started with a walk and then ducks and then dinner. I own pretentious places, in that that’s my mentality to not be intimidated at all, I’ve seen behind the scenes in kitchens and I’m a foodie so the allure just isn’t there, your fancy facade is just that.
It’s a great place though and we’ll def go back and the owner loved me/us and we minxed her. I got a bag of macaroons as a cutting myself consolation prize. I hate coconut, ok I don’t I just hate macaroons. Bf is all about ‘em though. There’s so many more pictures I took here but for some reason only selected these few when I got back Thurs night then was “over it”.
Common last name here. Giggle.
Duck Jesus. This time they got melba toast. Unsalted. It’s just one tiny batch of ducks, it’s not Ontario so the whole don’t feed them thing doesn’t fly plus we don’t care and I’m leaving in a week anyway they can go back to eating lake garbage.
For my uncle.
This reminds me there’s more work to do ughhhhhhhh. I’m actually secretly finishing this can off right now heheh.
Making soup makes a steamy kitchen. Alright that’s all I uploaded sorry for wasting your time. It’s Saturday you’re lucky you got anything at all. Have a nice w/e. RLW.
Hi. Me again. Yesterday late in the afternoon we went to our favourite park to feed the ducks and it was bananas. Or ducking futs. The night before we went and dumped all these crackers in the water and nothing I think ducks and fish abide by normal people sleep/eating schedules (LAME) but anyway today we will prob go back at the same time and do it again BECAUSE DUCKS. Maybe follow that up with a nap lets not get crazy now people. No lets.
Happy Pride BTW I love this photo I stole off Jezebel. Jezesmell. Love/hate those feminists, more so love. Anyway stroke thy inner gay all week long hey hey heyyy.
The carnies are coming. It’s HELL DAYS. Helle Poort. It’s neat that they have all these “things” in Holland that to me are strange or bizarre but no different than other things Canadians or Americans or Brits may celebrate. Like, Flag Day. What the hell is that other than the obvious?
That’s the Hell Day dog. If you see him on your property legend has it that SOMEONE WILL DIE. They are the messengers of bad news. Not necessarily that someone will die but PROBABLY. Or like, something Final Destination style and cos it’s farm country you’ll likely see the dog roaming a farmer’s field omg I just sharted.
Necklace park, favourite. Not actually called that but you know me by now I am an idiot. Just came back from there now and fed the ducks, it was adorable I don’t care how lame it sounds we are getting more and more Forrest Gump and kind of enabling each other to go full R-word today we thawed bread from the freezer, the good stuff, the rich brown bread and I like that because it’s not going in my mouth and henceforth my hips. Raymi 1; carbs 0.
Unfortunately they mowed down my daisy field though wtf. It’s nice and clean looking now but walking through it was uber whimsical and part of the to-ducks fun. Jerks. OH WELL.
Walky walk walk. Those are his vintage Nikes I made fun of once then he explained how they’re a retro look people wear here and I was like, still don’t get it. I hate that I come from a people of haters like elementary school back in bullying days everyone ripped everyone to pieces so if you wore pointyish shoes like these for gym class you were one of the poor kids. I remember that and it stuck. Frigging assholes. I wasn’t a “poor kid” but I saw how they got ripped on (don’t worry I was a leader and stepped in a lot) but now these NIKES are over a hundred Euros to purchase.
Look at my thumbnail I painted it pretty stupid. They’re getting longer again so the obsession continues.
SO science fiction retro robot.
I look pale and lip-less BUT my hair looks long, is getting long. You guys are fucked now I am going to be so hair flippingly arrogant. Platinum is fine if you abide by a healthy diet of no partying then it will have a better chance to rejuvenate and as we get older we grow less hair too so that’s also working against you. I can still feel hairs breaking every so often but with darker hair it grows healthier, thankfully.
Holding a whipping switch which is also part of the experience. First it’s a secret tickle on your neck or ear then you realize it’s not nature but Raymi then it’s a whip fight til the thing disintegrates. FUN.
