The Hottest Things in Pop Culture Right Now...

(in no particular order)

1. Britney won 3 MTV awards! It's britney Bitch! She seemed so sweet and happy and appreciative. Woot Woot Brit Brit is back in full effect!

2. The new NKOTB album, "The Block" Don't even front. It is sooo good! Grown Man and 2 AM are the best songs!
I <3 U Donnie! See you in November! I'll be the one wearing the top hat wih the lid cut out of it to let my curls out a la Joey McIntyre in 1989.

3. Gossip Girl. OMFG this show is da bomb and I don't care how much I get teased for liking teen shows. I know there are lot sof almost 30-year olds (and older) who watch this show ( just none that I have actually met in real life). I see lots of older GG fans in the cyber world.

4. BARACK-MANIA: Am I the only one fascinated by all these BARACK t-shirts? Is this really the way to make it seem like he is right man to lead the United States? Sell t-shirts endorsing him to 15 year olds at Urban Outfitters for $30? Although I will admit I want the BARACK to the FUTURE one so bad!




5. NEW MUSIC:
omg! there is so much hot music on the radio right now. I haven't used my ipod in the car for like 2 weeks! new Kayne West, new Christina Augerila, rumbling of new Britney, new T.I., Neyo.... I think I might even buy lil Wayne! woot woot!

Don't You Forget About Me.

As you walk on by

Will you call my name?

As you walk on by

Will you call my name?

When you walk away
Or will you walk away?

Will you walk on by?

Come on - call my name

Will you all my name?

So I know I seem to have a lot of crippling insecurities that keep me from having as much fun as I like and saying what I mean about 80 per cent of the time. I understand that. That's just the way it is. Love me or lump me as they used to say...

But I want to know, what are YOU doing? What are you thinking about? Who are you thinking about?

I'm not obsessed or anything. Just sometimes when ther's nothing on tv and I'm waiting for my brown rice to come to the boil I stare at the espresso machine and see the weird stain you left on the coffee pot that time when you left the element on all day. Or when Ravi draws blood or I do my weekly count of cat scratches I think about the time he scratched your scalp and made you bleed. I wonder if you still have a scar? I wonder if you tell people a kitten almost clawed your brain out while you slept.

If so, do you say it was some random girl's kitten? An ex-girlfriend's kitten? Do I rate a funny nickname like Neurotico or Hysterika? Do you use my actual name when you talk about me? Or am I just the "EX?" Or the uber-bitch?

I don't think about these things often, just once in a while. And it would be nice to know that you won't forget about me.

Where have all the curly-haired boys gone?

Is there a magical land that they trot off to after they hit their 27th birthday? Are they like the elusive unicorn that is often talked about but never seen? Do they slowly blow out rather than fade away into the obscurity that follows with lacklustre locks and receding hairlines.


It’s depressing really. To think that all curly haired boys begin shaving their heads or the wiggly pigment in their hair begins to unwind and straighten up with the pressures of adulthood and responsibilities. I mean curly-haired women keep kicking it way into their 50s, becoming free-spirited hippies or Soho artists or crazy ladies with many cats and wild, wavy hair.

I mean there is no lack of cute curly-haired babies:

Definitely, no lack in curly haired boys: ( I 3> you, Nick Jonas, and Corbin Bleu and Rupert Grint!)

Absolutely no lack of hot curly-haired guys: (OMG Brody Jenner, Adrien Grenier, Zach Mann, John Mayer, Eric Dane)

But where do they go when they hit 40 and above? They all seem to fade away. There are almost no over-40 actors in Hollywood with curly hair and none that I would consider good-looking. So what happens to them?

Where have all the curly-haired boys gone? Have they shorn their hair so short that you can barely see a single curlicue and taken up with a publicity hungry ex Top Model with an addiction to reality television a la Peter Brady?

Or have they all suffered a far worse fate becoming models for Halloween masks for crazy mad scientists?

The truth is out there.. keep the curlicues alive!

I make Lists III

My Favourite Flavours of Potato Chips Right Now:

1. Ruffles Sour Cream and Bacon
2. Lays Ketchup
3. Old Dutch Corn Chips Original Flavour
4. Lays Salt & Pepper
5. Smart Foods White Cheddar Popcorn


That is all.

I Make Lists II

My Favourite Pieces of Clothing Right Now:

1. My beige striped sweater.
2. My Purple Prairie Dress from Value Village
3. My White and Red peep-toe pumps
4. My Maxi dress from Joe Fresh
5. My Julia.... sigh....

That is all.

I Make Lists

Best songs out there right now:

1. “I’m not going to Teach your Boyfriend How to Dance with You,” The Black Kids. www.myspace.com/blackkidsrock
2. “Just Dance,” Lady Gaga. www.myspace.com/ladygaga
3. “Blind,” Hercules and Love Affair. www.myspace.com/herculesandloveaffair
4. “Cath,” Death Cab for Cutie. www.myspace.com/deathcabforcutie
5. “Shut up and Let Me Go,” The Ting Tings. www.myspace.com/thetingtings

That is all.

Melancholy and the infinite sadness....

Sometimes I get tired of being sad. It is very exhausting you know. Constant crying gives you bags under your eyes and gives you combination skin. It is true. Please don’t argue with me. I am an expert. But I’m kind of over it. Not happy, mind you, far from it actually. But not like manically depressed and sobbing.

I am melancholy and the infinite sadness. I am melancholy but I will be infinitely sad. So what of it? What should I do? I can only do so much? My mobility is limited by circumstance. I can’t exactly go travelling. I can’t bring myself to go out and party every night. I can’t lull around hanging out with friends.

I need to do something. I have been trying my best to hold back on the self hair cutting because even I’m getting tired of that. I need something new to devote some of my melancholy towards. My kitten is a good source of mindless time passing, but he has his limits and is too blind to really peak my interest for that long. I think I am a bit too old to develop an eating disorder or start cutting. Drug habits and alcoholism: it’s like been there done that. Writing is a bit too self-involved. There aren’t very many interesting vices or habits left to pick up? Maybe I will try juggling or become a porn addict....