Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Pearl Jam - Parting Ways

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Audra Mae - You Don't Kiss Me

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

On coming apart

I needed this today.  Maybe you do to. 

Is there joy in shattering? I’m hinting at a fundamental instinct humming at the core of all things that wants to come apart. Indeed, we revel in it. Why do people fuck each other with such wild abandon? Where do they go? What’s an orgasm if not a you that explodes?

Monday, May 21, 2012

On being wrong

Sunday, May 20, 2012

ZZ Ward - Put the Gun Down

Friday, May 18, 2012

Norah Jones - Happy Pills

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Metro black Abe Lincoln

A little "news" blip on Yahoo said: a document by a conservative super PAC refers to the president as "metrosexual, black Abe Lincoln."

I gather that's supposed to be an insult, but it doesn't sound bad to me at all.  Frankly it says a hell of a lot more about the person who said it than it does about Obama.

Stacia Petrie - What You're Looking For

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Dear Dad

A letter to my father…

I can’t help but think of you as your birthday approaches, less than a week away now. How old will you be, anyway? I only wish that I knew where you lived so I could thank you in person for the things you’ve given me. Perhaps a nice gunshot right to your head would be appropriate.

I can’t tell you the difference you’ve made in my life. It was clear to me from a very young age that I was not worth your love. Or your time. Or attention. And that has really shaped the person I am today. Speaking of shape, I weigh nearly 300 pounds. You should be proud.

It’s no great surprise then that my marriage is on the verge of collapse. I’m not attractive. Even if I were, why would any man love me?

So thanks again. I want you to know that I hate you and I wish you would die. Go fuck yourself.

Your daughter,

Monday, May 7, 2012

holy crap

"He likes the cat we have at home."

Uh, yeah. No.

Thursday, May 3, 2012