Do you know mgmt - electric feel? I am obsessed with this song.
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Text from Sis.
I love her so much. Also, I was obsessed with that song about a year ago, but I think it must be blowing up on the radio all of a sudden because this is the 2nd time today I’ve heard it mentioned as the object of obsession.
I’ve been looking at old pictures while getting acquainted with Picasa (since I obviously don’t have iPhoto on the new Dell), and I found a series of photos I took of Daniela when we were at a swank sushi restaurant in SoFla about 3 years ago. I really loved the design on the booth, so I set up my camera on my portable tripod and started snapping. I think this set was taken in burst mode.
Oh, I guess I kinda forgot to tell you guys… I went to NYC this past weekend to surprise my favorite (only) sister Daniela.
I’m kinda sad because I only took 13 pictures, none of which were of Pete who was the ultimate guide on the streets of NY, but who also forced me to drink a Jalapeño infused tequila shot my first night there.
Highlights:
Burlesque show at The Slipper Room where the MC was dressed as a cowboy with a blacked-out tooth. He did some lasso work in between sets.
Burger Fondue at Fat Hippo.
Laying out in the sun with Pete on the Great Lawn.
Hipster-watching in Williamsburg.
Best.Fried.Chicken.Ever. at Mad For Chicken. This is where we went for dinner on the day I was hungover. I was like “You guys, I dunno if I can eat… do they serve white rice?” The chicken came to the table and Pete and I both bit into our first pieces at the same time. We looked at each other and we each had this look of ecstasy on our faces. Talk about comfort food.
Karaoke at Sing Sing. We were trying to figure out our next move after our plans to catch a Xylopholks show fell through and Pete got a txt from a co-worker urging him to join her at Sing Sing. We showed up and the room they’d rented was completely packed. We stuck around for a few songs; long enough to embarrass Daniela by calling attention to her when a Celine Dion song came on (srsly, you guys… she does look a bit like Celine). Also, a completely obliterated sugar trader (not a euphemism, that was his profession), not noticing my understated wedding band, hit on me and touched my hair saying it felt like silk.
Laying in Daniela’s bed, watching the season premier of Mad Men as my mom drifted off to sleep next to me.
Like I imagine most people do, I receive a decent number of cutesy email forwards from my family. No shit, as I’m writing this, I just got a fwd from my sis. It’s a PowerPoint presentation of random photos; subject: “Cool pictures this is worth it.”
My cousin Brittany, on the other hand, has a somewhat better understanding of what grabs my interest. And so, it was on this fine Sunday evening that she introduced me to my new favorite site: Ugliest Tattoos.
It’s funny, I remember having a thing for David Duchovny back in middle school. I remember drawing a really shitty sketch of his face inside the back cover of my diary and writing “I love David Duchovny.” My sister found it one time and started teasing me with “I know who you liiiiiiike!”
Turns out she thought David Duchovny was a guy at my school and she was sitting on some juicy secret she could hold over my head and use as blackmail should the opportunity arise.
It’s been 13 years and it seems as if nothing has changed; just swap out the diary for a Tumblr.
I LOVE summertime but would consider skipping it altogether so September and season 3 Californication could get here faster.
Dear Karen,
If you’re reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So, good for me. You don’t know me very well but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me, but this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it. I met someone. It was an accident. I wasn’t looking for it. I wasn’t on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing. I said another. Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut, she might be the one. She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile; highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance required. She is you, Karen. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now. And it scares the shit out of me. Because if I’m not with you right now, I have this feeling we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big, bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment, the moment that could’ve changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me but, damn, you smell good, like home. And you make excellent coffee. That’s got to count for something, right? Call me.Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody
Outkast - “Hey Ya”
Why? Because it’s the Friday at the end of a hectic, nerve-shredding week and I just need something to pick me up.
Also, I’m really starting to miss my family. Mostly, my sister whom I haven’t seen since Thanksgiving and this song reminds me of her 18th birthday. My parents threw a party for her at their house and it was up to me to entertain our cousins while she was chatting up her friends.
At one point, my cousins were all sitting on a couch together and looking a little bored. This song came on and I walked over to them and started dancing crazily (hands outstretched, fingers wiggling, hopping left and right). It made them laugh and I felt as if I’d accomplished something good.
Sometimes, when I’m with my friends, I can feel myself trying too hard to be the funny one. But when I’m with my family, I know all it takes is a silly dance or a truly dreadful Cher impersonation and I’ve got them wrapped around my finger.
Happy Friday, everyone!
