-pretended i’m a choreographer
-watched this equal parts disturbing and hilarious video of some poor kid after the dentist
-seriously contemplated adopting this cat

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-phone calls
-rice and beans
-installed tweetdeck (geeking out ensued)
-read a YA novel about cuban/latina/lesbian/genderqueer/trannie/black/fat-positive teenagers in miami

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-went to rocketship for free comic book day
-realized that love and rockets is still alive
-read ariel schrag for the first time since college (not free)
-brontez of gravy train!!!! + osa of new blood + crystal of partyline = the younger lovers @ cakeshop
-there was much moshing. i had much coca cola.

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-rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain
-finished another queer YA novel I wish I’d read in high school

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in the moments after i nearly set my toaster oven aflame in olive oil soaked broiling zucchini, after i had somehow found the oven mitt, pulled the bubbling baking sheet from oven and clicked off the machine, there was an ethereal, moody song coming from the stereogum playlist i had let go in the other room.

i stood very still and listened.

thus i was introduced to grouper.

-opened the windows
-made a list of words that rhyme with ‘mate’
-danced around to santigold; listened to lou reed in preparation for tomorrow
-talked
-walked

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-taste of summer, part two
-lazy walk to the corner store
-ciao bella vanilla

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photo by k.

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this is a fake track list on a fake album by my friend p (not fake). we reveled in its brilliance while waiting for our order at crif dogs. it was my first time, which meant indulgence in tater tots and an epiphany about where the magnet of a girl riding on a hot dog in my third apartment came from.

I told p we need to make this album a reality. but ice breath, he said, that song is like so rad, we’d never be able to come up with it. I have a rudimentry knowledge of GarageBand and I beg to differ.

ps don’t even think about trying to steal the brilliance of these songs. we may eat a lot of hot dogs and communicate mostly on gchat but we are badass and will hunt you down and crash your hard drives. or something. like that.

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writing at night on the weekend = total bust.

Thursday I lived dangerously and went out on a schoolnight. Music blogger muthafunka (of Liz Feldman’s This Just Out fame) was hosting/djing a dyke takeover of legion bar in east Williamsburg. The flyer popped up on twitter here and there. What would it like to leave the internets and meet up with these people?

I met up with a friend I hadn’t seen in ages but had crossed paths again on facebook (a comment I posted about milk sparked a conversation). Leaving my house at 10pm on a weeknight to go out dancing made me feel 19 again (minus the boundless energy/naïveté about what a day on five hours of sleep would be like). The dyke takeover portion of the evening = hipster girls clustered together towards the back, near muthafunka’s laptop. Just when I had lost faith in nearly every incarnate of the lesbian dj, here is fine 80s and punk, clean remixes of mgmt, ladyhawke, with crowd pleasing deep hip hop and old soul when the dancing starts. Current and upbeat, with the great addition of her loving her gig (dancing and mouthing along with the words = it is okay to enjoy yourself), I only wished that it was a) not a schoolnight b) better attended, all of which would mean the best new thing in queer Brooklyn nightlife. Never fret: compliments before leaving lead to her comment that they might try to make the party happen again.

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