now i don't hardly know her

prada the cat is officially in heat. her first time. my first time too, seeing a cat in proper sex-me mode. she keeps rubbing her little cat face against the floor whilst sticking her little cat bum in the air and chirping. so for prada, joan jett's cover of crimson and clover: "i want to do everything, what a beautiful feeling." ba-da-da-da-da-da.


joan jett and the blackhearts - crimson and clover

i don't care where you go as long as it's with me

i hate the feeling of losing something. however, since i usually live in complete squalor, this feeling is not uncommon to me. my things are constantly swallowed up by the mess that is my room, surfacing on occasion like regurgitated pearls. i have almost no control over their reappearance — they show up when they feel like it, perhaps when the tide of my shit (metaphorical, not literal) has receded from the floor of my room, perhaps not. yet from the time that i realize i can't find something to the time that it reappears, i'm obsessed with the thought that it is gone, possibly forever.

makes my brain hurt. seriously.

last month i realized that both of my born ruffians albums are missing. i thought only one had disappeared but no, they're both gone. did i loan them to someone? did someone with a penchant for born ruffians but a shortage of loose cash steal them from me? i have no idea and really, it matters not, because the simple fact is they're not here and i miss them. fare thee well, born ruffians albums. good luck and godspeed. i play for you an appropriate song.

born ruffians - little garcon

don't be afraid, love is simple

i kinda like valentine's day. i mean i don't despise it, and i like valentines themselves—they're really quite cool, combining as they often do bad puns with a certain style of artwork. last year i spent ages trying to find proper old timey valentines to give out but eventually i gave up and printed off a bunch of the red beret-ed rabbit and then cut them all out, which gave me scissor claw from holding the scissors for so long.

now one crappy thing about valentine's day is getting scissor claw from cutting out valentines for people and not getting a single one back. not even from your mother. like what the fuck.

and then of course the biggest crappy thing about valentine's day is having to see couples doing special coupley things and holding hands and going out for dinner and shit, because they think they have to, or whatever, or maybe they really do actually love each other and if you think i dislike couples being all coupley affectionate because i am secretly envious of their love well you'd be dead wrong. this is not a secret at all.

anyways, i give out valentines because i think it's nice and they're nice and there's always the hope that one year someone will remember to give me one.

so here's two songs for you and me and st. valentine on st. valentine's day. because love's simple, isn't it, just like the akron/family says.

akron/family - don't be afraid, you're already dead
the futureheads - hounds of love