the misadventures of las mamacitas

   
             
             
       
   
             
             
 

the misadventures of las mamacitas

 
             

   
 
 

Friday, April 30, 2004

 
lml enjoys getting free cheesy bread for hardly anything in return. the week in retrospect: bad news comes in threes. some people are assholes. sometimes things don't go as planned. though usually you only remember the negative comments, the positive are the ones that keep you breathing. surfer rosa can be left in the player for 2 days on repeat. rain+radiohead=divinity. mummified squirrel carcases are gross. looking back on what you wanted so desperately, it seems so mediocre and maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that those fucks ignored your talents. must off to pack. sweet dreams to all you lovelys.


Wednesday, April 28, 2004

 
it's not too good when you can peel off chunks of your skin in half inch squares. please just be over. and we is procrastinating again. self hating, self hating.


Tuesday, April 27, 2004

 
gah. listening to "sing" by blur. if you ever want to go into a daze for an extended amount of time, have a listen. s o
d a m n g o o d. apparently ma's friend and this guy in my pottery class both saw me dancing my ass off hardcore to the bowie. and they kept putting lights on me and i didn't even notice. and also mr. bowie apparently pointed at me as well. next time must pay more attention whilst rockin out. haha. a cute punk boy smiled at me today. i am pleased.


Monday, April 26, 2004

 
been a bad blogger we has. but who cares? because on the 25th day there was bowie.
first up was the polyphonic spree. very....interesting. think liked it but not quite sure. dear god do they have a stage presence though. and timpani. love the timpani. and have to say have never seen anyone rock a tambourine so fucking hard. wow.
mom comes up disgruntled after realizing she can't get ultra smashed as we both brought our cars. thus i laughed in her face. there was however, an ultra smashed lady in the suite with us who was the epitome of ridiculous. she was, kid you not, interpretive dancing. and not well either. if was attending something far less spectacular, would have spent the entire night laughing in her general direction...but since there was a smoldering bowie on the stage, didn't look at her to much at all. dear god that man is hot. don't care how old he is. daaaaamn gina. and his voice. aakk. it cannot even be described. the third song he did was a cover of cactus by the pixies. WHAT? bowie is covering the pixies? i am, wearing their shirt right now and seeing them in 6 dayswhat? exactly. played so many damn good songs, but no let's dance which dissappointed the lml but what can you do? breaks out the cousty and starts some man who sold the world and drunk old woman with her rum breath and sequined shirt walks over falling on my shoulder and asking "hey is this that afraid of americans song?" no woman. you are stupid and have no musical intellect whatsoever, and probably intellect in general. argh.which speaking of afraid of americans, it scared the madre a little bit as was quite loud, but overall she had a lovely time and is now a fan of bowie. have to burn his cd for her right now. adorable. and as for me well i rocked out hardcore the whole time. ma's friend saw me from across the way dancing my ass off. old people can't dance, and that makes them cute and lml giggles at them. bowie, i love you.

we returned home and ma thought back of our fun tonight. her friend had seen him perform in france and said it was much like watching porn. ma trailed off and muttered.. "i was kinda dissapointed, and thought well this is pretty tame." oh ma. she wanted to see the undies. ha.
 

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