Hola! Welcome. Here we are in Sunny Florida! Actually, it's a little windy right now, but it was windy and sunny all day. Haviland is singing from The Golden Girls. We filmed some vlog so I made a preview, you can watch it below to whet your appetite for the real thing. A lot of amazing things happened today, like we've started communicating telepathically with the hotel people so they bring us things we don't ask for. Also I'm never coming home 'cause it's beautiful sunny and it's cold in New York. (I know! Crazytown! I hate the sunshine! Not as much as I hate waterparks and strangers, but it's hate just the same. Sunshine's a lot better with palm trees, p.s.) If I was reading this right now I would hate me. Actually, I'm writing this right now, and I kinda hate me. But y'know, I'm used to having that kind of relationship with myself, ideally you find it endearing, like the Golden Girls.
Also we had a big talk about the internet this evening and Haviland gave me permission to delete my myspace profile, which I've wanted to do pretty much since I put it back up after deleting it the first time. I'm not going crazy or dead, I just truly loathe myspace -- it makes my head explode, random dudes are still asking me for threesomes, and I never check it and therefore always feel like an asshole when I do check it.
I feel weird obvs about losing my comments and other things from my friends ... but today I was working on my book -- digging through a lot of old docs on my computer, and even stuff from last year I don't remember writing -- and I realised that I have approximately every other important minute of my life documented (been keeping daily diary since I was about two, and writing it all down on my computer in detail for about fifteen years) and so if I allow a bunch of myspace stuff to disappear into the great cyberbeyond sans backup or recording ... well, that's perhaps good for me. I can't keep holding on to things just by writing them down. I can only really hold onto things by grabbing things like a tiger and pouncing. Rawr!
Here's our preview. The real thing is gonna be even more awesome, if such a thing is possible. If it was, I might call it "awesomer."
19 comments:
i LOLed start to finish. love you guys. myspace is a crack whore. take it or leave it.
word ver.... ubpkokz... like yo! whta's up *****? i just threw up.
H, R, I have something very important to say to you:
Those autobeaters make your boobs look amazing.
Why am I awake at 9 on a Saturday?
rawr.
wait. miami? did you lie to me about your destination to throw me off the scent?
it's the jeans: It's like that song from Rent! Take me baby or leave me and I'm like "take myspace baby, or leave myspace," obvs.
Adam: I know, right? We are consistently awed by what these shirts do for our small youthful racks.
Lozo: No I thought we were going somewhere else last week. It's a long story, very confusing, a lot of feelings. I know I could never really try to send you off our track, obvs as you are 6'3 you could find me anywhere, clearly.
true. i usually just throw that out there. see what i did there?
myspce is essentially the cousin at family get togethers where everyone knows there's something wrong with him, but they can't figure it out and are afraid to ask...howevs, everyone has some suspicion it had to do with aunt marge's love of certain substances during pregnancy.
and the sad thing is i still have one. why can't i delete my myspace and devote my time 100% to facebook? i feel like I'm cheating on facebook.
OK this vlog is my last piece of evidence that tells me I NEED an autobeater. My boobs are...youthfully small, as you would say, and I need a little oomph. Can't wait for the full vlog! Yeahhh! Have fun in Miami, ladies!
so good.
remember when carrier pigeons used to send letters...that was like B-Mail.
I only keep my profile so that I can look at people's pictures/cyber-stalk people. I just put a disclaimer on my profile stating that I never check my messages and endorsing Facebook. Although with all the applications on Facebook, all they have to do is let you change your background, and it will become Mybook.
hi there,
i have to agree with u, the golden girls did eventualy become lovable, well all barring dorathy he will always remain the odd dude out of the girls, theres always one.
can u help me with this lingo bingo lark? im from england n new to this usa twang,,, what is an autobeater please? n are there random tigers roming round miami for u to grab??! if so id get urself ine of them, there worth a fair bit on the black market iv been told(not that i know anyone who works in the black market??!!! iv said too much havn't i? il have scotland yard after me so best go!)
enuf of the woffling i realy just wrote to say enjoyed the blog...so..erm enjoyed the blog!
p.s if u snag a tiger put it in the next vlog it can be a cool new addition?!
lozo: I did. That's what you do.
chloe: I feel like also Aunt Marge is gonna give birth to a radioactive baby.
chrissy: Alright Jacobs, the time is now. Word up.
eric mathew: See what you did there? That's what you do.
jo: Yeah that was my one hesitation and was how I started back up again to begin with, but I figured I could always create a fake profile if I really need to stalk someone. Mybook, i like that.
jenn: You've got your own lingo bingo lark goin' on, woman, but let me lend you a hand -- an 'autobeater" is an auto-win tank top! The full cut of the vlog will rock for reals so stay tuned.
There is totally a tiger in the next vlog, mostly in spirit and less so in reality, but it's still very intense, love it.
riese...i'm so confused. what did i do?
Most def Aunt Marge's baby will be radio active. I plan on using it as an energy source to power my ibook.
I totally effed up that last comment, so I deleted it. Anyway...
What size autobeater is Haviland wearing? I think I need that same size or one size bigger since my ribcage is big. Tell me!
I'm glad I just told you I had a big ribcage. /pointless comment.
But seriously, let me know what size it is, haha.
Sunday Top Nothing? Come on, pretty girl. It's 9:50. Give me something. Throw something out there. Your 5-10. Also, I need a new eighth-best friend on MySpace.
YOU'RE 5-10. Ugh.
how very polite of urself to say i have my own lingo bingo lark? most my pals(well i use the word pals to sound popular just me n the other girl out of the corner at school?) say that i just talk utter shite oow can i put shite on here? best change it....utter sh*te
i get the autobeater thing now cheers!
think im down with the tiger in spirit too! there a tad dangerous n may cause harm(little warning to the kids there)(oops n sh*te is a bad word)
once again,,,woffling.
look forward to the vlog
jenna.
eric matthew - you were just cute and clever. it's a saying i am copying from lozo.
chloe - ideally it'll power it up without burning it up as ibooks are wont to do.
chrissy - i think she's wearing a small -- i have a small too and i'm a 34, if that helps?
lozo - look pretty boy. how about "top ten theories for what those numbers in the parentheses on lozo's top blogroll means," cuz we had that convo and came up empty. tila tequilla should be your eighth best friend. i made a video, but imovie is freaking out and fucking it up. i'm really trying to entertain, but the man keeps bringing me down.
jenn - this marks the first time i've ever been referred to as "polite." deadset.
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