Everything

Everyone has their panties in a twist over the new Nine Inch Nails track released Monday. Yes. It is bright and poppy. Yes. It makes me happy and radiate sunshine. Yes...this is VERY unlike the band's usual dark, industrial sound. But it's still a great track. Trent doesn't seem the type to do anything without intention. Even if that intention was simply to piss off his fans. Which wouldn't be horrible. And clearly worked...

Furthermore, I was unaware the animal Trent wanted to fuck me like, was a  unicorn. Let's be honest, I wouldn't complain. Wait...what?

Watch this amazing fan-made video for "Everything"

Hesitation Marks out September 3rd on Columbia Records...

Is There A Ghost

I'm all deep in thought here...bare with me.

My favorite book is written by Chuck Klosterman. Killing Yourself to Live. Maybe it's because I have the same unique view on music, death and relationships, but I find I am able to identify with this book more than any other book I have ever read. Ever. And in this book, there is a paragraph I particularly identify with. Something I am coming to terms with lately. Finally.

"... We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime...They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you'll meet maybe four of five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there's still one more tier to all of this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occurred. This is because the individual who embodies your person identification of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real - but you create the context. And context is everything. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they're often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else..."

He so totally nails this idea for me. I have that person. We all have that person. And he has literally defined my "type." Not just physically, although he has defined my "type" physically. But also how I've allowed myself to be treated in relationships and how I've treated others in relationships. Vicious cycle. I'm not gonna wade too deep into this, but I have finally seen this person (figuratively) as fallible. For so long he was perfect. "Illusions are dangerous people, they have no flaws..." But he's actually not perfect. He never was. I just never wanted to see that, I took comfort in the perfect person I had created in my mind. A person he could never actually live up to...and I can finally see that.

The book...

The song...

Band of Horses - Is There A Ghost

I'm Rich Beyond Your Wildest Dreams

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this album! The band name, not so much...

Diarrhea Planet - I'm Rich Beyond Your Wildest Dreams

They'll be swinging through NYC on 8/30 - Mercury Lounge - Ticketmaster, I got my tickets...NOW GET YOURS!

Death of Seasons

The thought of confining my feet to boots or shoes makes me want to vomit. I'm not ready to let go of summer just yet. Jackets? Barfing continues. I only have two more Summer Fridays left at work and that really makes me want to barf. But Fall is coming, whether I like it or not. I've been stalking a few pairs of boots. Against my better judgement. But my three year old knee-highs need to be replaced. Maybe in another month I won't feel so sick...

The boot...s...

Frye Abigail Riding

Frye Lindsay Plate

Frye Paige Short Riding

And may the odds be ever in your favor...

I've become a bit obsessed with The Hunger Games. I read the first book last year and lost interest. Recently becoming re-interested when I realized the new movie would be coming out in November and I never read the book. So I borrowed Catching Fire from a friend and read it...in the blink of an eye...because I couldn't stop. And then I had to immediately borrow the third book, Mockingjay, because of the CLIFFHANGER. Locked myself in my apartment until number three was finished. And then safely left Panem. Don't worry, there will be no spoilers in this post, however I will say I am now also obsessed with Effie Trinket (totally going to make a Halloween costume for this year) and Josh Hutcherson.

The Hunger Games...

Amazon.com

The inspiration for Halloween...

Effie Trinket

The shoes...

Alexander McQueen AW 2012

Window Shopping

I'm watching The Golden Girls, paging through Vogue (because KATNISS is on the cover) and decided to go kamikaze on my closet. I needed a padded hanger to hang a shirt and didn't have any to spare. Which prompted me to take a hard look at what was hanging. I realized there was too much I haven't worn in years. Some of it still had the tags. I'm sort of ashamed of myself. As is my bank account. But there's something about the (impending) change in seasons that makes me want to purge. Purge the useless shit in my closet. Purge the useless shit in my life. Just get rid of the dead weight. I'll definitely work to replenish some what has been ditched, but I look forward to just having less...I didn't touch the shoes though, I'm not completely fucking crazy.

The Golden Girls...

The Magazine...

September Issue 2013

The Shoe...

Givenchy Spring/Summer 2012

In Between Days

I suck. I might be the laziest person in the blog-o-sphere. Probably not, but maybe close. No excuse can justify a month long absence. Worst part, there really was no excuse. Except for laziness. That is my excuse. And for that, I apologize. I can't promise it won't happen again (because it has), but I can promise to do better (although I've done that, too).

I'm sitting on my couch listening to The Cure live webcast from Lollapalooza, looking at shoes for inspiration and eating a cake I've just whipped up in a coffee mug. I might suck, but what I'm doing right now doesn't...

The Cure...

The Shoe...

Ann Demeulemeester

The cake...

Recipe