Showing posts with label vacation (all I ever wanted). Show all posts
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Friday, July 29, 2011

Oh, Canada: A Rebuttal (Emphasis On BUTT)


Last week I wrote a post about my failed hookup with a slab of Canadian Bacon. I honestly didn't think my story-telling skills were that terrible, but they were obviously bad enough to turn off three of my followers. I have no idea why they chose to quit reading That Ain't Kosher, and at first I figured that they were disgusted by my PG-13 re-telling of my non-existent sex life.  Seriously, though, that's pretty pathetic, seeing as how my details weren't even that graphic. A couple of my friends read it, including those of the hardcore Christian variety, and their response was to laugh their ass off and tell me I was "full of win," so whatever.

So I have determined that those few pansy-asses jumped ship due to my denouncing of the Canadian persuasion. Really, guys? Considering you're solely responsible for unleashing the Satanic horde that is Bieber Fever onto this Earth, I'd say I went pretty light on your asses. That's reason enough alone to to detach your entire country from this continent. I mean, before, Canada was one of those places everyone wondered about but never went to, like Narnia, with big closets and a secret language and a talking fucking magical lion. Now you're famous for Bieber, so, uh, congratulations.

Look at the devil eyes. I fucking knew it!

At any rate, the fact that I lost three followers is mildly unsettling- as much as I like to talk shit about the border, I will admit that it has its redeeming qualities as well. So here is my attempt to call off the maple leaf-wielding masses with my official list of Canadian Things That Don't Suck, Kind Of.

1) MY BEST BLOGGITY FRIENDS
Believe it or not (probably not), three of the most awesome people I've ever met are all located in Ontario. Two of my favorite bloggers, Tabs and Allison, both call the province home, and, in an honorable mention, Amber Lee of AmberPeace, has 51 COUSINS in the city of Windsor.

Not only do I have some amazing girlfriends I can crash with (uh, did I not mention my special invites? OH HAAAAI), but my oldest friend, who's put up with me since we were both in high school, coincidentally also lives in Windsor. This guy has been with me all through my adult life, and now that he's pushing thirty (AHAHAHAHA) I'm planning a Toronto vacation next year for the big birthday. We're like brother and sister- you guys can blame him for my football obsession, and I definitely wouldn't have passed high school chem if it weren't for his "tutoring" (or the fact that I emailed him all my assignments- I am still anonymous, right?). He's in med school now, which I can't even believe when I think that I met him when I wasn't even legal driving age. He knows who he is, so I'll just say thanks.

B) HOCKEY
I went to my first NHL game when I was probably around eight years old, and I've been hooked ever since. Hockey players are hands down the toughest athletes in pro sports- you try getting back up when your throat's been slashed by a skate blade and moving around the rink with masses of pounds of padding strapped onto your body. For those of you that haven't put it together yet, I'm an obsessive Rangers fan, which means that while I don't have any active extreme rivalry with any of the Canadian teams, Montreal is fucking awesome and they share our conference, so they're fun to root against.

When I first went to hockey games with my brothers, who are hardcore hockey fans, the players were rougher and the fights were way more frequent and totally Jerry Springer-esque. I remember seeing two players smash each other up against the glass right in front of me at a Kings game (I saw Wayne Gretzky play live, FYI). Now the violence is toned down somewhat but the action is just as intense. I seriously recommend going to at least one NHL game in your lifetime- even if your home team blows (what up, Isles?).



PYGMY MARMOSET) WILLIAM SHATNER
The Shat is one of the coolest celebrities EVER. Even if you don't think that Star Trek could actually happen (and um, I so don't), you have to admit that his Priceline ads are hilarious. William Shatner is not only awesome because he's synonymous with Captain Kirk, but he also isn't afraid to make fun of himself- he voiced a version of himself on Family Guy and was in the forgettable misfire $#*! My Dad Says. I actually saw about ten minutes of one episode, and WOW.

He's also a Jew, so all is forgiven. Shatner rules.

DD) RYAN REYNOLDS
Ryan Reynolds is shirtless in every single movie, probably because most of his movies suck. That's OK, though: just look at him.



You could bounce coins off of that shit. There's a reason the Canadian police have the word "mount" in their title.

AND FINALLY:

RYAN GOSLING.
I still refuse to see The Notebook, because it looks sappy and retarded, but Good Lord. I'm a Toys R Us kid.




And if that's not enough for you (although why wouldn't it be):



Steve Carrell better move his goddamn head.

Now I'm not saying that if I am ever alone with him in a room there definitely will be assault charges. I'm just saying that there definitely will be assault charges.

So I guess Canada can be pretty cool. I also hear Toronto is really nice, and hopefully I'll be there in February for my friend's thirtieth blowout. Just a heads up, Ryan Gosling, so you can escape while you have the chance.

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

NIPOCALYPSE NOW!

This weekend I was sitting on Mandy Moore's couch giving a makeover to Yvonne Lehead when I got a text from Sara Nips (there are so many sexy things about that sentence). The entire Nip Clique has been super excited for her upcoming Vegas honeymoon because let's be honest, The Hangover has nothing on our more-than-slight homoeroticism.

Even though we're spread (haha. "Spread") all over the country, with two of us on other continents, most of us are East Coast based, so imagine, if you're not too afraid, the reaction that Mandy and I had when Nips shot me a sext announcing that Andy was thinking of changing their honeymoon destination to my hometown of New York City.

After we had finished "Squee-ing" and cavorting around in heterosexual matrimony, Mandy and I pulled ourselves together and concocted a plan to get Nips over to our side of the flag. Apparently she didn't need that much convincing because her next message was a request for a list of fun stuff to do in New York to help sway Andy over to the Dark Side (join us! We have roofies).




I of course immediately agreed to this because A) making lists and spreadsheets and color coding shit is like having sex to me and B) anything that lures Sara Nips into my dungeon bathtub ninja lair automatically equals WIN.

I sent her like a three-page email of the REAL New York City, color coded by section with links to the most important food, music, bars and classic sights. Apparently this made her day because not only did Nips forward this to all our friends, but posted quotes from the email on Facebook. Later I was told that my "real" NYC guidebook was hilarious, so for all of you who are planing a trip here, I decided to help you out and post it for you.

So here's how to do New York City on a bargain, the RIGHT way, without coming across as a desperate tourist or angry foreigner. Frommers, you are officially my bitch.

My email to Sara Nips is below:


Yay! You're coming to NY! (Please???)

Anyway, it was a total mistake to ask me to email you fun stuff to do because this is now a project for me. I'm color coding and organizing this shit.

PS- I didn't even have to look this stuff up. I JUST KNEW. OH HAAAAI.

PART 1: FOOD

I understand that since you guys are coming from Louisiana I have a lot to live up to, but NYC has some of the most amazing food in the world. 

PIZZA:

Before you attempt New York pizza eating, I must teach you the art:
1) It must be thin crust- none of this deep dish bullshit. Seriously, what the hell is that?
2) It must be a little heavier on the cheese- just enough to be heavy, yet not "extra."
3) Toppings are not acceptable. The only ones that are are extra sauce, extra cheese, and pepperoni, since at this point it's considered a classic. 
4) It must be extra drippy with the oil (I call this "Joker Mouth").


Why so delicious???
If you must get rid of the excess, you may tilt the pizza at an angle, but under no circumstances may you wipe the oil off with a napkin, ESPECIALLY if you are a dude. Any guy that does this must immediately have his balls removed and be forced to wear a dress, with a big, red letter "P" pinned to his chest.

Now that you've got that down, here are the best pizza places in the City. Basically anywhere you go for pizza in New York is going to be better than 90% of the country, but these are the standouts:

Ray's- There's only one ORIGINAL original, and it's on West 11th and Sixth Avenue. All other Ray's are cheap imitations. This is not only the greatest pizza, but the greatest food you will ever eat in your life. I took Rish and Nicole here, and they nicknamed it "sex pizza."

Rosario's- God, this pizza is amazing. The best part is is that this is right across from Arlene's Grocery so I constantly eat this before work. 

I HEAR YOU JUDGING ME!

2 Bro's- These are all over Manhattan- I think there are like six of them. It's really good, and one slice is only 99 cents. Two slices and a drink are $2.75. Oh yeah.

You guys might also like Two Boots- it's cajun-style. There's one in Grand Central, although I wouldn't recommend buying any food there, since the prices are basically as much as your plane tickets, one in each of the "Villages," and one in Hell's Kitchen.

FOOD GROUPS:

New York City has different food groups than the rest of us: pizza, bagels, hot dogs and pretzels. The best bagels in the City are at Tal Bagels- there are a bunch of them, but the one you want is on 86th and 1st. In the winter they warm them up for you.

There are two kinds of famous hot dogs in NYC- Gray's Papaya (although the fries aren't that great) and Sabrett's, which are the original "dirty water dogs" that everyone and their cat knows about. Bonus- most Gray's are open 24 HOURS.


Pretzels can be found at every single corner in Manhattan, and they're usually huge.

Secondary food groups:

Garlic Knots: The best garlic knots are at this place that I can't remember the name of on Houston, but they are mouth-watering. 

Black and White Cookies: These taste like cake, and they are fucking delicious. The best ones are at Russian bakeries in Canarsie in Brooklyn. In fact, just let me buy these for you. I know what's up.

Falafel: just walk around and you'll find falafel carts. 

Cheesecake: New York City cheesecake is like a new religion. The best one is just straight up plain, and it can be found at Junior's at 1515 Broadway. The original is at Flatbush and DeKalb in Brooklyn.

PS- DO NOT go to Lindy's for your cheesecake. They may be famous, but they cost WAY too much money and the cake tastes lemony. FAIL.

RESTAURANTS:

Most restaurants in New York are ridiculously overpriced and you'll hate yourself for spending so much money, but I'll recommend some anyway, because hey, they don't cost nearly as much as your wedding right? Right? Oy.

The best deli of all time is Katz's Deli in the East Village. The sandwiches cost eleventy million dollars and they only take cash, but GOOD GOD are they ridiculous. Also take a picture of yourselves standing under the Katz's Deli sign because you have to.


Magniolia Bakery is actually really cheap and just check out the shit they have. If they delivered I would never leave the house, honestly. There are a whole bunch of them but I like the one on 59th Street right by the subway best.

Cafeteria- This is open 24 hours a day and is set up to look like a high school lunchroom (um, hence the clever name). The macaroni and cheese at this place should be illegal. If someone told me it had crack in it, I'd be like, "Yup. Makes sense." It's on 17th and 7th Avenue.

FYI- All I did was type "Cafeteria" into Google and the restaurant came up. YOU DON'T KNOW MY LIFE!!!

PS- the waiters are REALLY cute but also totally gay, so everyone wins. They also have melty chocolate cake, so say goodbye to my thighs.

Eatery- I always get the Watermelon Martini and the Mac and Cheese. Also, once my friend had to be lookout while two people we didn't know totally boned in the bathroom. Good times. It's in Midtown on 9th Avenue.

If you want Chinese food, I like Pig Heaven. It's somewhere in the low 80's on 2nd Avenue. All the chicken dishes are excellent.

If you want something cheaper, you could go for Ollie's. It's sort of Chinese fast food, but still pretty decent. The best one is in the 60's near Lincoln Center.

PART 2: MUSIC

My favorite part! Depending on when you come, I may have a whole bunch of shows going on, so I'll be able to treat you guys to to some free live music (I hope you don't expect to pay for any events that I might be hosting while you're out here, because that's adorable). I have a tour coming through in October, and there's also a huge indie music festival called CMJ that covers every music venue in Manhattan. Anyway, here are some awesome venues I can take you to:

EAST VILLAGE: 
The Continental (check out their drink prices)

WEST VILLAGE:
BROOKLYN:
Brooklyn Bowl (A bowling alley that also has INSANE fried chicken)
Sorry, I'll stop.

PART 3: BARS/CLUBS

I'm not a big fan of clubs AT ALL. I'm too impatient and too broke to stand in line for half an hour to spend 20 dollars on drinks. However, if you must, the ones on 27th/28th street are somewhat decent.

Le Souk at LaGuardia Place is kind of fun on Sundays and Mondays, too.

Bars are better. There are a ton all over the city that you can just walk into just from being out on the street. Actually, I should hook you up with my friend who guest bartends and he can send you a whole list of shit.

There are some I can definitely recommend, though:

Lansdowne Road is pretty cool. It's a sports bar in Hells Kitchen (10th Avenue) and it's around a whole bunch of cool stuff.

The Gael Pub has trivia night every Tuesday. Nerdy guys are hot. Oh, wait- you'll be married by then. But I won't be! It's on 83rd and Third Ave.

Pravda is super expensive but the martinis are amazing. It's near the Meatpacking District, near some other wallet-raping places, where you can make fun of the sorority skanks that fall all over each other like baby deer because they haven't figured out how to drink yet. 

PART 4: STAPLES

You have to go to Times Square. Stay away from the chain restaurants and stores because they're stupidly overpriced and you can probably get them in Louisiana, but just walk through it once so you can say that you did. 


You SHOULD check out:

The Wax Museum (which I will not go into with you because I'm afraid of it)

It rubs the lotion on its skin...

Ripley's Believe It Or Not
Sephora (it's HUGE. I can never just walk away.)
All the cheap-ass souvenir stores

Also go to 5th Avenue and Madison Avenue just so you can say that you were there. Don't buy anything because they fuck you hard and don't even make you a sandwich afterwards or tell you you're pretty.

The gigantic FAO Schwarz has a big clock (I said CLOCK!!!) that sings and is kind of creepy, but is totally awesome anyway. It's on 58th street and 6th Avenue. It's the one from the movie Big where they're dancing on the piano.


 
Go to Yankee Stadium and Madison Square Garden. Also, if you feel you must, go to CitiField where my beloved Mets play. The 7 train is the only train that goes to Citifield from Manhattan because no one else cares about the Mets, sadly. The Yankees Clubhouse store is in Times Square, on 42nd Street between 7th and 8th Ave.

Go to the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Building and the Statue of Liberty, of course.

Get a Metrocard and ride the subway. 

St. Mark's is the best street in New York City. It's on the Lower East Side (8th Street from 3rd Ave to Avenue A) and has awesome record stores, St. Mark's Hotel and St. Mark's Comics. I can't even mention everything cool that ever happened here, so just look at the Wiki page and judge for yourself. PS- I also took Nicole here and we found wings at 3am. WINGS! AT 3 AM!

Go to Grand Central during rush hour and laugh at the butt-pucker.

PART 5: CHEAP SHIT/BARGAINS

The NY Pass is really cheap- about 60 bucks- and it gets you into a bunch of the main NYC attractions (Times Square, Statue of Liberty, etc). No strip clubs, though, sorry. :(

20at20 is where you can sign up for certain Off-Broadway plays for only 20 bucks. It's not going on right now but it may come back in the Fall. I saw like, 11 of them a few years ago.

Walking- seriously- I walk EVERYWHERE in New York. It's the best way to see stuff and you meet the most insane people. Plus your legs will look fucking fantastic. Here's a site to get you started, but you also have Central Park, Bryant Park (where the Project Runway fashion show is), Washington Square Park in the West Village (the "Dog Park!" It's adorable!) and multiple other walking paths.

All those food carts that I mentioned above. Seriously some of the biggest excitement ever to enter your mouth. Sorry, Andy. <3

PART 6: SHOPPING

Basically, walk into whatever store you want, but here are my favorites:

Kim's Video and Music- seriously the best and most eclectic music store ever. They have everything from Blu-Ray to vinyl, and they always have in-store performances. I'm there at least twice a month. They're on 1st and 1st in the East Village (my favorite area of NYC. I'm moving there.)

Bleecker Bob's- Another awesome record store, this time in the West Village on 3rd Street. They always have cool shit for a bargain, and on weekends they're open until 3am.

STRAND- This a famous bookstore in Union Square, with a Kiosk in Central Park. They sell rare and used books, too, and CD's and DVD's. If you stop in, be sure to get a STRAND tote bag to post on Tits' wall so she gets jealous.

Forbidden Planet- one of the most famous comic book stores in the history of comics. The New York store is the only FP store that's not in the UK, and it's located in Union Square right near the subway. It has everything- comics, toys, action figures, graphic novels, trading cards, apparel, event notices- I have literally spent hours in this place. I also DO NOT in any way have a picture of the storefront as the home screen on my phone. And by DO NOT, I mean I am totally lying.

Shut up! You don't own me.

Midtown Comics- second only to Forbidden Planet. There are three locations- one is literally right across from Grand Central, on 40th street, one is in Times Square, and one is downtown, on Fulton. Although that kind of defeats the purpose of the "Midtown" part, but OK.

Sunshine Cinema- not really "shopping," but they show cool, "new classics" on weekends at midnight. Recent stellar choices include Rocky Horror, Back to the Future and the MUPPET MOVIE! More convincing: My ex took me here on our first date and I immediately gave him sexytimes. BAM! FTW. It's on Houston (pronounced like the TV show, not like the TX city).


Jack's 99 cent Store- Like Walmart for even bigger cheap-asses. It has everything, including Halloween costumes. There are two- one across from Bryant Park and one on 32nd and Madison.

Ricky's- this is basically the Starbucks of NYC costume cosmetics stores since there's one every five steps. They have a lot of weird, colorful shit like wigs, glitter makeup, dirty magnets and basically whatever else you can think of that you don't want to display on the fridge when grandma comes over.

Or do you???

Whole Foods- I fucking love whole foods. I'm pretty sure they have my picture up in corporate to warn the employees as to when I come in. The art to shopping here is to ask to "try" stuff and then keep coming back to "try" stuff again.

Anyway, there's a gigantic one on Houston Street that is THREE STORIES complete with a bakery and beauty section. I'm not allowed in there without adult supervision. I've been told my O Face comes out.

Toys in Babeland- EXACTLY what you think it is. (You're welcome, Andy)

So that was it- my bible of shit to do while you stay in New York. If anyone ever needs a tour guide, feel free to hit me up. I accept Visa, AmEx and Mastercard. But not Discover, that little ginger bastard.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

BLOGGERSTOCK: HOLY SHIT EDITION

I haven’t done Bloggerstock in a while, but I felt like I should contribute something because Alex told me in chat that it was the one year anniversary this month, and hey, I like commemorating shit. My Aural Sex column turns one this month, as well, and SMAC is celebrating its half-year birthday (you can do that, because I say so). There’s a lot going on in June, people. Pump up the valium.

Anyway, the last time I did Bloggerstock I got paired up with Mandy Moore and Molls so it would be pretty impossible for them to match that one. (BTW, Mollie has been going through some pretty rough shit as of late, so if all of you could keep her in your heart, that would be really awesome.)

HAHAHA. Wrong. For the Bloggerstock Anniversary Edition, I get to post for K. Syrah while I host Risha on That Ain’t Kosher! It’s like, are you kidding me??? Boner parade! (PS, Rish- I should have guessed that you liked it on top.)

You can read my contribution to this month's Bloggerstock Edition on Shoes Never Worn, but before you do that, dive into this helping of sexy right here. Picture Risha saying this stuff with her hot accent.

Yeah.

Hi, I’m Risha and I blog on you can read me anything, which is a collection of rants, moaning and general nonsense. Which also sums up my Bloggerstock post for this month! I’m hosting Nyx this month; so do go read her post, which is full of awesome. Between Nyx & Nugs, I’m in a fantastic BlogSandwich!


The theme for this month is “Before there were blogs” to commemorate Bloggerstock’s first anniversary! We’re meant to dig up our old diaries and journals and post a piece from our former, non-blogging selves. 


Unfortunately, I don’t have any of my truly awful “I’m sixteen and I hate the world” journals with me here. I do, however, have my “I’m 21 and I’m travelling and I am such a pretentious little shit” journals.


I am truly sorry for putting you through this.


27.09.07


Traveling always makes me long for another few hours of traveling time, to discover beautiful new cities and, in some way, make them mine. On trains or side roads, I hear so many accents and languages, people who seem like they had interesting things to say or the kind of energy that would envelop you in laughter and fun.


I wish I could have known them.



An Autumn Window In Den Haag


Perhaps in a parallel universe, we shall have been good friends or perhaps even lovers.


But, for now, a surreptitious glance shall do as we go about our lives, conversations bumping against each other and your voice cutting through all the chatter & train sounds that overwhelm every journey.


Your voice is as distinct as your ice blue eyes.



This is every French cliche, ever. Versailles, France.

I am listening in to conversations I don’t understand in languages I don’t know. There is something that is both humbling and liberating about being unsure of whether you can communicate even if you wanted to. My mumbled “Vielen Dank” ,“Merci beaucoup”, “Dank je wel” , “Gracias”, “Köszönöm” at every held-open door and pushed-ticket window, is jumbled up in English pronunciation and terrible language skills. Yet, people smile with broad grins and nods at every failed attempt to not butcher a language alien to my tongue.


On trains to somewhere else, a backpack overhead and feet aching, I play “Guess the language” in my head.
I will never know if I was right and if I won.



Brugge really is a fucking fairytale town. Brugge, Belgium.


I have a camera full of monuments. Places seen on films that broke my heart or made me sing, backdrops to famous scenes and dancing montages.


And now, they are suffused with a knowing, a touch, and a breath of all that it has seen and held. A shared space, a known story.



The Eiffel Tower, Paris, France

I walk around these spaces on gloomy afternoons, the sky overcast and threatening. People stop to ask if I need help with my map and I am stunned by the humanity that surrounds me.

People love their cities, their towns, and little foreign girls who look lost.


I was drenched in a downpour, watched the rubbish bin tumble down a cobbled street and hail smash into windscreens.


Only stepping into a new place exhilarates me more.



The bridge over the Danube, connecting the cities of Buda and Pest. Budapest, Hungary.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

SPREAD THE LOVE

Did that title make you think of gross stuff? It did for me.

Valentine's Day is over, so if you guys were anticipating another one of my acerbic rants about how bad it sucks to be single and how much I hate life, guess what? Not even close, dude.

I actually don't loathe Valentine's Day with the burning, passionate animosity I usually reserve for Justin Bieber and people who insist on wearing clogs. Being single has allowed me to spend a lot of time traveling- I spent New Year's in Texas, and recently decided to hit the road to both San Francisco and San Diego. Not only that, but I just booked another flight back home- I leave for New York City this Sunday, and I'm super psyched! I'll get to see my family, my friends and party all over the East Coast- if anyone is around, you know where to reach me.

As for the actual holiday, my dad and I usually do something fun, like go to dinner or see a movie. He has a girlfriend this year, so none of that happened, but he did buy me a really cute stuffed puppy. He also got me the new Verizon iPhone, which I've been frenetically making love to for the last three days. I'm telling you, that thing is a life-changer.
Put this on vibrate and I'm all set.

My Valentine's Day definitely kicked some ass. It began at Bad Monkey's house, where we brought each other flowers and baked brownies to shower ourselves with heterosexual love. By the way, this is all on video, complete with a good ten second pause for the two of us hysterically laughing for no apparent reason.

Bad Monkey had recently purchased one of those Miraculous Bras from Vicky's- you know, the ones that add nine cup sizes to your rack? I dig penis, and I was completely mesmerized. I mean, really, she put me to shame, and my shelf is pretty goddamn phenomenal. Seriously, we could NOT STOP talking about her boobs all night. It was like the Lost City of Atlantis in that joint.

Of course, none of my holidays would be even close to complete without a little music news. Not only did I get my first taste of The Strokes' new single (awesome, BTW), but Oasis and Queens of the Stone Age both announced upcoming albums (and, in the case of QOTSA, an adjoining tour). As if that weren't enough to force me to check for Ceiling Cat, I found out that Radiohead's new album, King of Limbs, comes out this Saturday. You have no idea how unbelievably insane I am going right now. Bad Monkey loves Radiohead, too, but I think I may have scarred her for life with my reaction. In case you all didn't get it by now, I already have this pre-ordered, and I haven't even heard any of the tracks yet. I'm aware that this could be a bit of a gamble, but you know what? Fuck it. It's Radiohead. RADIOHEAD! Excuse me, I think I just came.



BTW, all of these epic music bulletins were capped off by Foo Fighters' secret show on Tuesday night. The fact that I'd already seen them perform six times meant nothing to me- I found out that it was just a few blocks from my apartment, and I stood on line for three hours. I was cold and starving, but when I finally got in, it was TOTALLY worth it. They played for three hours, and I got to hear their entire new album in advance. One of my friends, who's 6'4", took photos and video with my brand new iPhone (heretofore known as "The Love Wand"), and despite making fun of me for my "little T-Rex arms," we both almost shit ourselves because the band was so epic. At one point Dave Grohl stood so close to me that I could almost touch his shoe. Oh, PS- my friend had never seen the Foos before, so in essence I stole a dude's V-Card.

Also, Bad Monkey is totally obsessing over "little T-Rex arms." Haha. What a bitch.


So besides all that orgasmic shit I also managed to get some work done- I'm booking an East Coast tour right now for one of the bands I represent and I helped my mom land a really important art show in Brooklyn. It'll be sometime in August; I'll let you all know when that is so you can come stalk show support.

Speaking of not at all illegally following people, I've been administered another blog award, this time from Ginny at Ginntastic. This is one she made up herself, so I think I should feel pretty honored, only she kind of accuses me of being creepy:

Nugs actually stayed over my house and slept in my bed.  In fact she even showed up at my work.  You can’t get anymore stalker than that people.




OK, first of all, I would like to point out that this was a pre-planned weekend where she invited me to do this shit. And second, I am totally stalking her. This made me laugh my ass off, though. I think my dad may have heard me.

So supposedly I have to bequeath this to some of my trusting and innocent minions, and I also have to ramble off some interesting facts about myself. Only the catch is, two have to be a lie. Oh, shit. I am a terrible liar. But, anyway:

1) I used to sing back-up in a cover band in college.
2) When I was in junior high I had a frog as a pet.
3) At last count, I owned forty pairs of shoes.
4) The first time I tried to cook anything, I almost burned down my apartment. Three firetrucks had to be called in. The firemen weren't hot, though. What a waste.
5) My dad tried out for Steely Dan, but didn't make the cut because he can't read music.

And now for my Dedicated Stalker Award recipients:

RioGood Music, Bad Math- For consistently threatening offering to partake in the sexytimes. Oh, Rio. I am already there. <3
C? Tits!Dancing on the Bar of Life- Her FB messages are HILARIOUS. Every day she tries to come up with new and exciting ways to get me to come over to 20sb chat. Until she actually sends me a picture of her rack, no go.
Mandy Moore The Real MandyMoore- We've actually fallen asleep with our heads in each other's laps. Truth.

And, of course...

Lor Late to the Party- My original stalker (four out of five treehouses agree).

Congratulations, guys! I love you SOHARD!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

AW, FUCK

I swear you guys are out to get me. Your evil conspiracy is disguised as obsession adoration. Props to you, though. Job well done.



Now that my first Karaoke Fail is over, I can't wait until I'm peer pressured into it again. I'm already brainstorming as to which song I'll destroy next (anyone who suggests that I perform Chumbawumba dies). Next time can I please not be paired up with a guy who displays actual talent, though, so I come across as only marginally awful? Thanks.

Not only did that happen, but it seems as though my mediocre writing skills have been in demand all over the place. When I was in San Francisco this past week I ran around wrecking shit with The Tsaritsa, who is the planet's greatest (and most forgiving) tour guide. Not only did she allow me to hang out with her, which is questionable in itself, but she also didn't complain when I forced her to go into a comic book store and take pictures of me standing all excited-like next to cardboard cut-outs like the world's biggest all-time loser. If she weren't so awesome I would wonder if there were something seriously wrong with her.

Besides that, she's commissioned me to write a post on dreams for her 'zine. This will be the first time I've ever been published and I'm super psyched. Unfortunately, this means I'll have to be creative, and work under a deadline. Let's see if I can actually make this happen and churn out something worthy of anyone's time (no).

Because she now makes all of my life's decisions, Tsa also has informed me that I'm getting a tattoo. After much prodding, I decided to go the henna route first, just to see what kind of reactions I would get and if it looks good. I'm 95% there; what do you guys think?



While I'm contemplating that, my lesbian blog lover Coyote Tits has tagged me in the 5 Things You Love meme. Basically what happens with this is I have to tell you five things that I love, for those of you that are retarded and didn't get it. You'd think this would be easy, but I'm a lazy bitch and don't appreciate having to be all imaginative and shit.

So, uh, yeah. No way out of this one, is there? Fuck me.

Here are my Five Things:

1) Chocolate Milk I don't really give a shit that this is a drink for six-year-olds. Chocolate milk is SO GOOD. Sometimes I order it at dinner just to see the look on people's faces. It's usually pretty funny.

2) Motrin God, whoever invented Motrin should be deified. I don't know why Motrin is still legal because I could totally see myself getting addicted to this shit. It is the greatest painkiller in the world. All I have to do is take one of these babies and lie down for half an hour and fuck yeah! I am ready!



I especially like the childrens' dose, where you can take like eight of them at once and suddenly everything goes away.

3) My Strange Addiction on TLC Have you guys seen this shit? It is ridiculous. Everyone on this show is so fucked up. Every time I watch it I'm just like, "Wow, I am totally normal."

The most hilarious one was when some dude was married to a blow-up doll, and right after he left the therapist's office he ordered ANOTHER DOLL! HAHAHA! You know what? I'm fine. My life is great.



4) Hiking Bad Monkey got me into this recently. LA isn't really a walking town, which was a difficult transition for me as a New York City transplant. However, there are a ton of places that Los Angeles natives go to hike and chill out, and the best part is that I can do this year-round because of the weather. It's one of the healthiest ways to stay in shape, and it's also free because you don't have to join a gym or anything (I'm a cheap-ass).

5) Music Allow me to vague this up for you. No, seriously, anything to do with music- writing about it, talking about it, listening to it, whatever. When I lived in New York City I knew all the venues and the people that worked there, so I was out four or five nights a week, hearing local bands, usually for little or no money. Now it's too fucking expensive, so I mostly stick to the Internet. However, I have made a few friends who can hook me up, and I've managed to find some truly stellar local artists. Look for mentions in a future Aural Sex.

Now that that's over with, I get to pass this on to five unsuspecting victims:

Amanda @ LongRoadSet
Ginntastic @ Ginntastic
Nyx @ Notions
Rio @ Good Music, Bad Math
Shelly @ Starting Over (new link, yo! Update it!)

Speaking of The Shellator, she's joined forces with the rest of the crew and tagged me in yet another meme where I actually have to display my beautiful, artistic penmanship for the masses. Here are the questions:

1) What's your name/blogger name?
2) What's your blog's URL?
3) Write "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" (that's not a question, but whatever)
4) Favorite quote?
5) Your favorite song?
6) Your favorite band/artist?
7) Anything else you want to say?
8) Tag 3-5 other unlucky recipients (I took some liberties with that last one)

Here are my answers. My handwriting is really round, childlike, and pretty much terrible, but here ya go. I also had major issues with my camera, so it's kind of blurry. Sorry.



And with that said, I'm going to make a sandwich and go back to sleep.


Also, that's my knee. It's really small.


Oh, PS, you guys- I totally forgot to mention: If you want in on this month's Horrible Movie Blogring, drop me an email at thataintkosher83@gmail.com by Sunday, February 20th. We have a whole new crop of virginal sacrifices this month, as well as some regulars, so be excited.