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Y’all may have noticed that I’m not a five post a day kind of dude. Those girls are industrious. Me, I like to nap and drink ginger ale with liquor and lemon juice. I’m just not as tied to the intertron as necessary. I work at an office where I work and flirt with middle aged women. I check my email once a day. And I don’t carry a blackberry. I’m a caveman.
However.
I now use Twitter. I registered months ago but something out the ether tapped me on the shoulder and whispered “Text the world you’re leaving work early because you’ve got the bubble guts”. The first was flipping through the Sun-Times this morning (Big ups to all my haters!) and seeing that Chris DeWitt and Gordon Wittenmyer do text message Cubs updates. My curiosity was piqued. I come home and check the link to find out it’s a Twitter feed. And I subscribe, because I genuinely do need the starting lineup sent to me each day as it’s made public. It matters. It’s important. I then check my email Mica has added me to her Twitter (Twit? Twittle?). And it was written. I now have something to pay attention to and someone to pay attention to me.
So look me up on the Twitter. You’ll get an update as to what flavor yogurt I’m eating each day and whether or not the cat shit outside my bathroom when I got home. My life is so exciting. My life is full of thrills.
I’d like to make this a reoccurring theme throughout the blog because I got messages for days..and days..son. I received this one the other evening, we went out, IT WAS GREAT. Such a gentleman. Our second date is this weekend; I’ll let you know how it all pans out.
From:
Date:
Jul 4, 2008 7:02 PM
Subject:
No Subject
Body:
Hi! Let me first start off by saying that you are gorgeous! I’m Joe. I’m a 24 year old male from the north side of chicago. I happen to have a fetish that involves sniffing feet. Just outta curiousity, if I were to pay you $50-$75 to sniff your feet, would you let me?? I’m an attractive guy. I’m 5′7, 180lbs, athletic and tan. I know it sounds weird, but everyone has their own “thing”. Thanx! hope to hear back from you!
Joe
I was hoping to somehow run into Henry when I was in LA. But apparently, he is in Thailand. How do I know this? Oh, this new Internet-hype called Twitter, where you can update via Internet or via text. As if putting your life on the Internet through Myspace & Facebook wasn’t enough, now you can consistently let the secret stalkers out there exactly where you are at, and what you are doing. In Henry’s case, I’ll take it! But in my personal case, NO THANK YOU. Also, thanks to BLACKLODGES for these images of Mr. Rollins, check out their awesome interview and site HERE.
I have been living in the past for the last three days. Regression at its finest. Anyway, while going through my 100000 picture archive, I came across these that remind me of a time (long ago), where I used to smoke pot with my then boyfriend and go to this abandoned, haunted mental hospital in the middle of nowhere. The building was torn down and million dollar condos now occupy the space. And that’s that.
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Yep! What the title says. The women of DONTBECHI have reaffirmed our love for aging White men (a la Henry Rollins and my first crush ever, Matt Skiba), Satanism (again, a la Matt Skiba) and Fridays (TGIF!). I know Alicia brought up our experience the other night in which I got to see probably my all-time favorite group (since like 13, but Sonic Youth, I hear you too.) She forgot to mention some minor details about the events that took place afterward aka shroom pacts and Black Flag ruining her Quinceanera or “Sweet 15″. Some things are better left unsaid, however. Anyway, In keeping with theme of slight throwbacks to late 90’s, early 00’s, here’s a picture I took of Matt Skiba in 01′ at The University of Illinois-Champaign Urbana. I SEE YOU JESSE B!!!!!!
I honestly watched it the other day, then looked back to link-up, and it was GONE. Anyway, ROAST EDITION 8 IS HERE:
This little gem has been sitting in my myspace inbox for a rainy day. Seriously, this is the message:
Subject: None
Message: hey can i ask you a question real quick? ok, so me and a few people were talking today. And i want your opinion on soemthing so lets say yuor both single, and chillnig with a guy you kind of like, and you can tell he is getting excited, what would you do?
I responded with: “UHH”
Keep in mind, I’m not EVEN friends with this dude IRL or Myspace. Creepy. But really, what kind of question is this? Do men debate this question? I mean, most girls I know would continue acting like nothing? I’m assuming what this dude meant by “chillnig” he meant watching a movie or something of that nature. But really, what a weirdo. My guess is that he’s some weird streetwear dude, judging by the “faceless-BUT-I’ll show-you-my-Supreme-shirt” pictures. Either way, fail, fail, fail.
Two nights ago Mica & I went to go see Alkaline Trio at The H.O.B. Heading/never leaving the bar, we killed our drinks, one after the other, becoming more intoxicated towards the end of the set. I’m just glad no one recognized us, we were screaming “WE’LL TAKE IT!” whenever old songs would come on, and kept referring to some chubbo chick in a dog collar “Chilli,” like Mica’s, you know, puppy. Did I mention I bitched out a chick because she was hogging the bar and reducing our drinking time? Anyway, awesome night, ALK3 rules, and we’ll always have a permanent crush on Matt Skiba. Speaking of ALK3, their new song “HELP ME” is about my number 1 dude, Ian Curtis of Joy Division. Here it is, ENJOY! Also, when going to shows, doesn’t it annoy you when people wear the shirt of the band they are going to see? When is that acceptable? Bruce Springsteen? Pantera?
