The Thylacine

So not only does this thing look like a combination kangaroo, puppy dawg, tiger thing but it has a FUCKING HUGE MOUTH OF TEETH!!!!!!!! It's like some sort of Tim Burton creature come to life! And it's a marsupial so it means it carries shit around in a pouch! I bet Thylacines carry around Burt Bee's Chapstick, Strawberry Bubblicious, Dentyne Ice, and 4 pairs of sunglasses...because that's what I would do if I was a Thylacine. Or...me...everyday.

THE THYLACINE RULES!

Definitely not my spirit animal, but like...my spirit animal(s) best friend.

She was a good one.

Amy Winehouse makes me think of driving to the dining hall in the Aztec. Sigh.

Dear Prince.

I don't know how you do it, but you write the best love songs.

Why run away from rain when it's only water?

(That last line may or may not be the result of me doing about 20 minutes of research on the phrase "Purple Rain." I should probably be some sort of pop music academic...)

I'm back, hos.

This song goes out to Laura Hannemann. I'm definitely going to practice droppin it. Especially at work so that my boss can see what's going on in the security cameras. Kind of true story.

This wasn't what I expected.

Really? Recreating a Ren Fair? And it's just one dude who is clearly going to look like a creep in 5 years? And what the hell is with those people in chicken masks? Is that a thing people do? At Ren Fairs? And the missle? Whaaat?

I think my book club is full of babies.

Everyone says the book is too hard, but I don't think anyone has actually read the book. The introduction is the hardest part! How do I get people to believe me?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!

Stupid book club for pussies.

Can I pull off a fan?

Discuss.

Seasons.

You can almost tell that Spring is going to show up any fucking day now. But go ahead and take your time. Snow again. I'll just be here, enjoying my white wine, sprite, and ice cubes.

Saturday night off!

Time to go dancing. Where can we find good ol' fashioned disco these days?

And the spoken interludes = so special and CH-AMAZING.

You know that feeling the week after you pay rent?

Big Gay Dance Party?

Ladies?

Boys?



Taylor, I'm shooting a longing stare in your direction. And I'm wearing a lot of jewlery. Just putting it out there.

I feel like I need to get some exercise.

Handy tip for the workplace: Play D'Angelo all day, and everyone becomes magically super productive and is automatically put in a good mood. True fact. We tried it today to magical results.

And by results, I mean we all took our pants off.



Jay kay.

This is what fun is all about!

Hanging out with your friends, dancing, a little bump and grind, rappin about the Gucci ragtop on your 1992 Miata, and outfit changes!



And please, don't forget the neon leather!

But seriously...where do I get neon leather?

Things were clearly superior in the 70's.

I know I may spend hours alone, just staring at the internet. But every now and then I manage to find real gems. I mean, if I hadn't been trying to search for "Overboard" clips on Youtube, then how would I have ever discovered this Southern rock band? Or the obviously genius RUBY STARR? And what is with that guy's pants? Are they just pearly white tights? And where do I find fringe boots like that. And is she wearing a wig?

I was really born in the wrong era.

I don't care!

Now that the holidays are over, life can finally settle down. Which means more Youtube videos and pictures for my viewing audience. Happy 2011!