december in jp

battle with devil kitten

franklin has some problems with aggression.

last christmas

i gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away.

the sound of the unlocking and the lift away

last night, from a little dark corner in the back of the theater i watched bon iver cover the outfield. amazing. it's right up there with metric's cover of between the bars. speaking of which, justin vernon and emily haines would make some godlike offspring. they should definitely have sex.



a perfect little night. perfect set, one perfect cover, perfect room and perfect corner. it made me feel settled and basic, and i left wanting to come to some sort of conclusion. i'm still not sure what exactly i was inclined to conclude, but it was satisfying enough just to feel the urge.

this band is serious.

looks like light and love, neither of which i get enough of

question: when did nada surf become a guilty pleasure? because you know what, they're so great and i totally don't feel guilty about loving them. they love me back! they're reliable in that sense, and sometimes that's all a girl needs. matthew caws looked deeply into my eyes on tuesday when he sang, "baby, i just want to make you happy," i swear. and he does! they all do, the whole band. even the bass player who managed to puff a cigarette throughout the entire set, even while singing back-up vocals (talent).

did you get my phone call? i intentionally called you during 'happy kid' and not the incredible, heart-wrenching acoustic performance of 'blizzard of '77' (you would have died). my reasoning for this made perfect sense after a few vodka-sodas. it still makes sense, actually. god i'm brilliant.



also, i bought a t-shirt! it has an unzipped heart on the front. perfection.

their floor is our ceiling,

sneaky architects.