My friend Dom called me last night when he was at some "really dark" bar in Atlanta hanging out with The Secret Machines. I told him that I saw them on TV or maybe in Spin or maybe both, but either way they looked really skinny so tell them Nora has a sandwich for them -- and also that their lead singer has the same name as the Dell Guy (Dude! You're getting a...) 
who was arrested for drug posession and whose sweater I still have in my closet for no apparent reason. Dom said that they were amused. My work here is done. FYI Dom is down in Hot-lanta with the boys of the Ben Taylor Band, who are recording their new album. Fortunate or not so fortunate? You decide.
Also, randomly my itunes played this song by a Seymour Glass called "Abrasion Uncommon" and HELLO I really like it. Anyone know anything about Seymour Glass?
It's really bad when it looks like your desk is going to suddenly collapse from the amount of crap you have piled on it. Where does all this stuff come from? Why do I save all of the stupid wristbands I get at concerts? I mean I don't REALLY do this, but they are all over the damn place.
Anyways, I'm only really posting because I have a visitor coming from LONDON (baby!) and so who knows if I'm going to be posting as often as my boring ass tends to do. But if you see me out and about with a foppish haired boy, say hello and let the accent make you swoon (as it did to me only a few months ago in a crowded pub in Camden). Gotta love it. In closing, here's a funny picture of my roommate's cat. I'm a shit roommate and didn't make it to her going away party -- she's moving to the 617 to eat at one of the many Dunkin Donuts and put a microchip in the brains of her pets and generally leave New York a lot less cool in her absence. Who the fuck am I going to watch all the shit reality TV with and watch eat weird leaves? Leaving New York sucks. So... here's the cat:
later...
who was arrested for drug posession and whose sweater I still have in my closet for no apparent reason. Dom said that they were amused. My work here is done. FYI Dom is down in Hot-lanta with the boys of the Ben Taylor Band, who are recording their new album. Fortunate or not so fortunate? You decide.
Also, randomly my itunes played this song by a Seymour Glass called "Abrasion Uncommon" and HELLO I really like it. Anyone know anything about Seymour Glass?
It's really bad when it looks like your desk is going to suddenly collapse from the amount of crap you have piled on it. Where does all this stuff come from? Why do I save all of the stupid wristbands I get at concerts? I mean I don't REALLY do this, but they are all over the damn place.
Anyways, I'm only really posting because I have a visitor coming from LONDON (baby!) and so who knows if I'm going to be posting as often as my boring ass tends to do. But if you see me out and about with a foppish haired boy, say hello and let the accent make you swoon (as it did to me only a few months ago in a crowded pub in Camden). Gotta love it. In closing, here's a funny picture of my roommate's cat. I'm a shit roommate and didn't make it to her going away party -- she's moving to the 617 to eat at one of the many Dunkin Donuts and put a microchip in the brains of her pets and generally leave New York a lot less cool in her absence. Who the fuck am I going to watch all the shit reality TV with and watch eat weird leaves? Leaving New York sucks. So... here's the cat:
later...