Futile crushes

New addition to my list:

-Kele Okereke. Umm most perfect bone structure ever? I think so. My Mom even drooled over him as we stood 6 inches away from him and both stared at his wee rump as he leaned on an equipment case. We then blushed, giggled, danced and “BEWWW!!”‘d our way through Bloc Party’s set later that night. I don’t even really listen to Bloc Party, but he’s too bew to ignore.

Observe aforementioned bone structure/bewness:

He joins the ranks of Rufus Wainwright, T.R. Knight, Ian McKellen and countless others.

Recipe for happiness

Tomorrow presents the following:

FLEWCAS FACE PANTS!

QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE FACE PANTS!

MY MAAAAM FACE PANTS!

Flewcas is on his way to California, and when I get off of work I’m driving down to Cupertino to stay with him at his hotel. My MAAAM told me “I just couldn’t live with myself if I missed Interpol AND Bloc Party on the same bill, just an hour away from our house!” so she’s coming tomorrow to the festival at Shoreline. I suspect she’s going to have her face blown off by Queens of the Stone Age, much like I plan to have done to my face. I’m so excited that I’m getting all gaggy and nauseous. YAY!

Can you hear, can you hear the chunder?

SAD FACE:

-There is nothing worse than being all hot and sweaty and sleeping on the tiled bathroom floor at 6:30am because you are absolutely, positively going to chunder to the point of being turned inside out.
-Except for never having the relief of chundering and feeling like crap the whole day.
-I really. Really. Don’t. Like. Lily. Allen. We have her album at work and I listen to it a few times a week so I can try to figure out why people are so in love with her music. That fucking accent alone is enough to make me stab my eardrums with pencils. Then she sings lyrics like “All the magazines talk about weight loss, if I buy those jeans then I can look like Kate Moss”……seriously?
-Writing your own bio for your work’s website is the most awkward, embarrassing thing ever.
-Rude people – last night in the laundromat my sister and I were so close to brawling with this fucker. This morning on the bus I called on every ounce of my will power not to punch this douchebag with Crokies (is that what they’re called? Those ridiculous sunglass straps?) who felt it necessary to read his magazine FROM MY LAP. It was 8:25am to top it all off.

YAY FACE:

+Arcade Fire on Saturday night. Holy fucking balls. I mean……goddamn.
+Flewcas Face Pants will be in the area Friday and Saturday and my wee Maaam is coming to Flewcas Face Pants’ show on Saturday! YAY! Then he comes home for real on Monday!
+Staying home from work yesterday meant piling a billion blankets on top of me, having tea and toast and watching daytime TV, which was glorious.
+The National “Boxer” – fucking amazing!!
+Gawker’s new website, Jezebel.
+MY TAX RETURN. Sure, it’s going to paying off my credit card, but hot damn is that nice.