So This Is The New Year.

So far, so good. The new year brings great promise, a new sense of motivation, new friends, new goals and a new boy who perfectly accompanies all of this.

Shaaan. He has the amazing ability to put a smile on my face. I'm looking forward to the future, and I'm glad I'll be spending this year (and hopefully many more!) with him. We'll paint each others lemons gold. Kiiiiiiiiiiiii bb! Happy one month. 

Profit$

Apparently, 103.1 FM has turned into some mexican broadcasting company, and I can't find where Indie has relocated. The only way I can get my Indie 103.1FM fix now is through podcasts.  -_- 

So, one morning while frantically looking for something stimulating on the radio to listen to, I came across an interesting story. Everyone has seen this iconic poster:

Well apparently, artist Shepard Fairey 'stole' the image of Obama from AP Magazine, and now AP is coming after him for some compensation monnaaaaaayysss$s$$ss. Perfect, considering Fairey is probably making thousands of dolllars selling shirts and autographed posters. Ha, fuck AP. Read more about it here.

Oxymoron

I'm intolerant of intolerant ass mo'fuckers. You're not perfect, I am not perfect. So who has the right to criticize the way people live, think, the things they say, how they do things? No one. So if you feel like climbing up on your high horse and telling people that what they are doing is wrong, you better be some type of deity, God, or at least have an island full of native people which worship you, because no flesh and blood person on Earth has to right to judge. 

Don't live to tear others down, live to pull others up.

On a completely different note, I've been looking EVERYWHERE for a skinny gold belt. Anyone know where I can find one?

As fate would have it..

I'm going to miss Coachella for the second year in a row. I was really looking forward to an entire weekend of good fucking music accompanied by dehydration, sweating in every crevace possible, meeting strangers, singing along at the top of my lungs, bare skin, dirty toes, belligerent drunkeness, & getting lost in crowds and mosh pits.

Just my luck, I'm fiending for some new tunes and the crap they play on the radio nowadays could hardly be called music. Every song on my iTunes has been played over and over and "You Know What" kind of loses it's sparkle after hearing it for the 20th time.