Ok, so jeanie and i are sitting on our cute fucking couch, both side by side, with computers in lap, blogging about some of the coolest music in the world.
like we are talking about the greatest music of ALL TIME.
HOW FUCKING awesome IS THIS???
SO, we looked at so many different videos but i feel its almost torture to make you watch them.
so i will dispense a list of songs:
Alice Deejay- Better off Alone
Ginuwine- Pony
Prodigy- Smack my Bitch Up
C+C Music Factory
Technotronic
OMC
Reel 2 Reel
Blackstreet- No Diggity
KMFDM ( fuck yeah)
Goldfinger
But really, do some searching, some time traveling and have a good fucking time.
the internet, how 'bout it?
oh yeah..... and this one
GOODNIGHT!!
12.09.2008
well, here it is.
it is here.
but i feel like it was just here. even though, at the same time,
i feel like i've been waiting for it for such a long time.
like 10 years long.
and 10 years gone.
and now that i am met with its presence,
i hate it's fucking guts.
like really hard.
even though, when i wrapped up my head to the tightest degree of tightness, and covered my hands and fingers with wool, and pulled my socks up to my bendy knees and protruded my body out into the cold, i saw things my eyes had to pause to remember.
i saw unreal amounts of sparkles of white and purple and pink and blue and heaven in these teeny tiny morsels of frozen water that i never knew existed. i forgot how the first snows can be. i forgot how you kind of convince yourself for a minute or 4 that someone has just oops, by mistake, spilled a huge, ginormous bottled of craft sparkles everywhere.
like huge fucking piles of sparkles were covering the streets. like, HUGE fucking piles.
so many sparkles, floating, landing, fucking you with their crazy awe striking persona of her total magical mystical majesty...
but still- how can i go on about this beauty, when it is SO godforsaken cold outside?
it's such a bittersweet moment in ones life. facing this wonderland with eyes of endearment and wanting to murder it in it's sleep at the same time.
but alas, i will lean to the side of appreciation rather than asphyxiation.
did you know that the Innu people of northern Canada, Siberia and Greenland do not have dozens of names for snow, as you may have learned in school.
In their languages (Innuit and Inuktitut among them) they combine several descriptive words into a single word. For example, "snow that drifts into a wave-like pattern" (eight words in English) would exist as one word in Innuit. So their "many words for snow" are really combinations of words to describe particular snow conditions (on the ground, not falling).
I learned that from Bill Allin. He is a star.
Anyways,
I played an open stage last weekend, and i've realized that while i'm sitting here on my haunches everyone else is getting their shit together and putting forward the ultimate power and really getting into it.
so fuck the wind and cold. and fuck those fucking sparkles.
i'm getting out!!
scoo-ee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
here is something i want to share with you:
urethral sounding.
look it up.
jeanie swears by it.
(or just swears when i look it up and make her look at pictures)
also, looking up TLC old school music videos is fun.
also, there is a bar here in Edmonton called Dirty Pretty.
...
what the fuck?
wait i have another blog topic. so i must blog again.
and again
and again..
ugh!!
check out the next blog.. it will BLOW-OG your MIND!!!!!!
love: jill
it is here.
but i feel like it was just here. even though, at the same time,
i feel like i've been waiting for it for such a long time.
like 10 years long.
and 10 years gone.
and now that i am met with its presence,
i hate it's fucking guts.
like really hard.
even though, when i wrapped up my head to the tightest degree of tightness, and covered my hands and fingers with wool, and pulled my socks up to my bendy knees and protruded my body out into the cold, i saw things my eyes had to pause to remember.
i saw unreal amounts of sparkles of white and purple and pink and blue and heaven in these teeny tiny morsels of frozen water that i never knew existed. i forgot how the first snows can be. i forgot how you kind of convince yourself for a minute or 4 that someone has just oops, by mistake, spilled a huge, ginormous bottled of craft sparkles everywhere.
like huge fucking piles of sparkles were covering the streets. like, HUGE fucking piles.
so many sparkles, floating, landing, fucking you with their crazy awe striking persona of her total magical mystical majesty...
but still- how can i go on about this beauty, when it is SO godforsaken cold outside?
it's such a bittersweet moment in ones life. facing this wonderland with eyes of endearment and wanting to murder it in it's sleep at the same time.
but alas, i will lean to the side of appreciation rather than asphyxiation.
did you know that the Innu people of northern Canada, Siberia and Greenland do not have dozens of names for snow, as you may have learned in school.
In their languages (Innuit and Inuktitut among them) they combine several descriptive words into a single word. For example, "snow that drifts into a wave-like pattern" (eight words in English) would exist as one word in Innuit. So their "many words for snow" are really combinations of words to describe particular snow conditions (on the ground, not falling).
I learned that from Bill Allin. He is a star.
Anyways,
I played an open stage last weekend, and i've realized that while i'm sitting here on my haunches everyone else is getting their shit together and putting forward the ultimate power and really getting into it.
so fuck the wind and cold. and fuck those fucking sparkles.
i'm getting out!!
scoo-ee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
here is something i want to share with you:
urethral sounding.
look it up.
jeanie swears by it.
(or just swears when i look it up and make her look at pictures)
also, looking up TLC old school music videos is fun.
also, there is a bar here in Edmonton called Dirty Pretty.
...
what the fuck?
wait i have another blog topic. so i must blog again.
and again
and again..
ugh!!
check out the next blog.. it will BLOW-OG your MIND!!!!!!
love: jill
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