james franco is now a cat.

this is him moments before going into surgery:

this guy is great even though it’s old howevs to be fair to myself i much prefer this jam to that chocolate rain song.

“So every day I swear
I’m gonna go to bed at like eleven.
And all of a sudden its 4AM . . .
And I was just watching Youtube and
reading Wikipedia for five hours.
It’s like MAN . . . you ask me the
next day. I can’t even remember
what I was doin. Crazy.”

oh my god i am so fucking stir crazy.

I super f-ing dig this song and video.

is that the “old one” in the nicole richie kerchief they keep obscuring the face off and sticking in the back? anyway, see you on the rez at the feather store!

fil just said what are you doing this is 905er music haha um fil we BOTH hail from the 905 remember that? also, you send me lolcats pictures everyday.

i see nothing wrong in apreciating some “top forty” garbage it’s music to drink and dance to sorry djs of the world you ain’t helping the dance floor with your pretentious 7 minute long sigur ros beirut whatever jams, i’ve tried it before no one appreciates accordians when they’re partying. you are not confined to liking one particular genre of music ever, what is this grade six NIRVANA RULES! RAP SUCKS? i feel like we’ve evolved a ton since then so stop jamming this pretentious sh-t down my throat. thanks love you bye.

also, this stuff gives me a serotonin rush, i have plenty and plenty of sad “acceptable cool” music to be emo by on reserve when the time calls for it plus i’m a girl, duh, and when i see a video like this all i think about is dancing to this song with other girls and trying to recreate these shitty simple moves. sorry for liking good times.

people who like music because they feel like they are supposed to like it (see: rotate this recommends wall or vice reviews page, stereogum whathaveyou) are really infuriating, is that indie record store your girlfriend too? what an expensive and clichéd existence and then you put on this new EP (that took you MONTHS to track down and you paid pounds for it) for a few friends and one slags it and you get in a fight, awesome saturday nite thanks guys this was a gas. if you prefer to stand music snobby against the wall all smug clutching your pixies (hi matt) LPs watching the tail go right on by, be my guest but until you GET that it’s ok to like music your cousin in ajax has access to you’re going to die alone or end up dating a chick who thinks she’s tank girl. ew.

i’m not saying all music snobs are like this so chill, i just don’t see the value in worshiping multiple acts like why not go fly a kite instead, seriously and no offense.

Matthew: see i take issues with that viewpoint

me: ps you don’t know how to spell epiphany i changed that for you

also annoying, people who TALK about music constantly to let us know that it is the most important thing in the world to them ughhhhhhh we KNOW why not follow that up with telling me your dreams please, equally interesting. news flash NO ONE CARES. congratulations on achieving the opposite of what you set out to convince me of, that being you seeming cool, cos there’s nothing cooler than music defines my personality like the guy who walks around with a lizard around his neck, it just reeks of insecurity i am totally tuning you out.

Matthew: I avoid talking music with people who aren’t like me. The thing about hearing something first is that in the context it sounds pretentious but it’s not meant to be. Imagine you told me I went to disneyworld last week and I said oh cool I went there 2 years ago too. no big deal right? But, you say oh I just heard this great band and I say oh sweet, I saw them 2 years. I’m just engaging in conversation and don’t mean to say oh I’m cooler than you

me: i love having cool mass produced and sold back to me at UO
so then i KNOW for sure it is cool

• COME SUMMER,
• pussycat dolls

that’s french for “go fuck the camp, silly whining woman” and it’s in reference to a part in this book i’m currently reading where this drunken hen party (british slags) are on a beach in Collioure with a bunch of french commandos gettin’ an orgy started and the narrator is trying to get some info out of this one commando guy but this drunk chick is pawing at him so the french guy tells her off. i’ve been underlining all the french insults in this book. i only mention it now to remember to tell fil about it during lost tonite cos they say THE CAMP a lot.

i’ve been super productive today as you can tell.

wow do i ever look retarded here.

disgusting update: i have completely sweated through a pair of underwear and my red leggings and a shirt. i just had to change into a flimsy hawaiian mumu shirt. my body is partially numb from my lying down too much in bed this morning (i hope it doesn’t last a week like it normally does WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME DO I HAVE A TUMOR ON MY SPINE LIKE THAT GUY IN LOST PROBABLY) and on top of being viciously sick stuffed up foggy-headed weak achey coughing sneezing i have wicked bad cramps cos HEL-LO AUNT FLO WAY TO GO. oh and my breath smells pretty bad too, stay away.

i feel like there was some other unimportant tidbit to share but it has since left palace raymi brain.

the best part in the following video is when his wife calls him for supper:

and then i felt like looking up MALE TOENAIL POLISH on flickr cos i had a hunch there’d be some winners in there and wouldn’t you know i was right. enjoy don’t forget to look at page 2!

WOAH wonkette linked me!

day 3 of sick is so far the very worst whoever gave me this i hate you. fever hallucination dreams, sweat chills sweat sweat nose throat ears jaw everything aches you name it i may as well violently barf to make it complete. i dreamt there was an alternate version of dazed and confused over and over and over again and then some shit about that octuplet mother and my elementary school playground. right now i’m in bed, i can’t sleep yet can’t stay awake or do anything useful.

anyway that’s your update.

i can’t believe we don’t even have a thermometer.

my body is a furnace right now and the idea of anything makes me feel nauseous like how it’s made was just on and looking at huge pieces of wood going through a hydraulic bending whatever almost made me spew, how pathetic.

homemade soup fil made me last nite.

the cable box in the bedroom is frozen on the preview for that bad natasha lyonne movie crazy for love so i can’t even watch something, i froze that a few days ago i believe. that movie looks creepy cos she dates the guy who plays her brother in slums of beverly hills.

update: ooh casino is on thank fuck the next three hours are covered.

i feel a teensy bit gross now. note the coffee cup and the jaw grinding and the um, outfit i decided to wear.

but i wish this was me instead.

ugh day 2 is even worse this sucks i’m in bed with a sweat mustache it feels like the heat is on a million degrees screw this comforter ok now i’m on the couch much better hi. shit i feel high.

cid was pretty cool with playing prisoner, cats are #@%^* weird man.

ok here’s a quick and easy healthy lunch salad. that’s turkey bacon and it’s only a gram worth of fat per slice versus the typical 18g per depending on the brand you go with, i’ve seen 27g of fat per 2 slices, so bad. anyway, these are lilydale and very tasty and you still get that bloated sodium i just ate bacon satisfaction feeling in your belly afterward so you don’t feel like you missed out.

spinach, tomato, half jerk sauce dollop, half japanese ginger dressing dollop mix ‘em around and voila.

you will probably want to make more turkey bacon cos it’s that good. we also bought a package of maple smoked ham in the exact same shape/form as these, also extremely delicious AND even less fattening.

and feed the prisoner.

so fil and i were hugging with our pants off and cid was chillin’ on the end of the bed still wearing this and i guess he did not dig the noises we were making so he shot over real quick with a warning meow to let me know and was mere inches away from my face. can you imagine being mauled like that? i only laughed at him cos he was still wearing my shirt like a cape he darted over so fast it came with him hahaha.

anyway he almost spoiled the moment, the little saboteur.

what the hell is this post an homage to cid? jeez. he is rewarded and showered with attention over inane things like having one paw placed slightly in front of the other.

this is an oldie.

how awesome i looked yesterday ugh. the first day of being sick i always attempt to not look it, in-denial flu something or other but then i sweat through my makeup and my hair well, you’ve all been sick before you get it.

ring back much better fit that little asian lady was right.

had to reschedule tattoo touch-up for next week. it really isn’t as faint looking as it appears in pictures sometimes, i think that’s from my blond baby hairs growing back.

i have nothing left to say.