bloodthirsty 45's

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 19:32:25 GMT

i just came home from playing a couple of shows in steven's point wisconsin and at michigan tech in Houghton which is in the upper peninsula of michigan. on the way home ben and i went camping just south of duluth. we hiked through the woods for hours and scaled jagged slate rock along the rapids of the st louis river and got totally sweaty and tired and at night a skunk wandered into our campsite and we panicked mildly and debated if we should get in the car and decided not to because the skunk was kind of by the car. then a family of raccoons kept trying to come for our beer. also it was super super dark and quiet and i won't even go into talking about the stars because you can't really translate something like that into text without sounding like an asshole.

also somewhere in the south we picked up itchweed or something and our legs are covered in tiny red dots and they keep spreading and it's pretty gross and really really itchy.

i can finally move back in to my own room in two days

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 02:34:51 GMT

the night michael jackson died ben and i were walking around uptown after bar close at the CC, i was upset over the things that are happening and we were walking through an alley smoking. in the alley across the street from us, behind the pocketknife, we saw two guys in white shirts beating the shit out of another guy, like really going at him, kicking him in the face. (it should be noted that situations like this tend to send me into a blind panic, like seeing an animal get run over or something, and causes me to, in certain cases, run to the fight or whatever and scream and attempt to break it up which has nearly gotten me into some real shit before but this was not the time for that because it looked real real bad. but i digress.) a car coming down 26th was passing the alley, and seeing what was happening quickly turned into the alley, causing the men who were beating up this dude to take off running. a lot of shouts of "are you ok, are you ok man?" to which he replied something like "they were trying to steal my fucking bike!" but seemed ok. ben and i briefly discussued calling the cops but didn't, i don't really remember why not though... we ended up walking behind the apartment next to my house and peeking around to see if the evil guys were still around. when we didn't see them, we sat in my front yard and continued our previous conversation. a couple minutes passed and we saw the whiteshirts walking down 26th, across the street from us. we cautiously started heading inside when yet another guys comes out of nowhere, whisper-shouting "guys, hey, hold up." we were pretty nervous about all all of this by this point and kept our distance, but the guy goes "did you see those guys? they were trying to fuck with me, they were following me for a while and now they're trying to get into cars" and sure enough we look and dudes are trying to break into these cars on harriet, really getting in them and stuff. so that's it, i'm calling the cops, who get here in two seconds flat (i know, we were all shocked) and actually five squad cars show up so god help what other poor sap was getting his ass kicked in another neighborhood in minneapolis that night. they totally busted the guys, yesss, and we got questioned by yet more COPS COPS COPS and it was hard answering some of the questions and explaining the story because i was kind of inebriated due to drinking in grumpy's northeast with my boss and then hauling it over to CC club for a nightcapper. you know, the old "so, what's your address ms larson?" and me standing in my front yard unable to remember my new address because "we like, just moved in recently" i.e. a year and a half ago. yikes. anyways, we sat around and watched the lights on the cars for a while when the dude who came up to us last asked if he could sit with us. we replied sure, why not and he sat down and began mumbling, "you know, i'm a good guy but i'm not perfect... i'm a drunk, i'm an alcoholic, but i don't go around fucking with people, you know" and we were only half paying attention really, and he says "you know, you are just a beautiful couple and i hope you get married and have a bunch of babies and just get out of this place, you know? just get away from all this n*ggershit."
so moral is, don't help anyone because they are all racist.

Tue, 19 May 2009 00:11:59 GMT

i found this picture on an organ at a party the other night. does anyone recognize it or the style of the artist? i am really into this picture and want more information on it but don't want to google image search "naked woman goat demon" while at the coffee shop.

Thu, 19 Feb 2009 23:11:42 GMT

i've been having bits of bad luck lately but i don't suppose any of it is brought on because of

THIS GUY?

edit: where are my breasts in this picture?

Mon, 12 Jan 2009 02:07:58 GMT

oh yeah and there's this, if you are here in minneapolis on this day it is my birthday and i'd love for you to come hangout with me on my birthday.

Thu, 27 Nov 2008 00:32:54 GMT

i'm thankful that some jackass waltzed right into the back room at my work yesterday and stole my call phone and wallet right out of my bag so i have no money and no i.d. and had to cancel my bank account and have no access to any money for 7-10 days.

YEP this is the THIRD TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED TO ME

Sat, 06 Sep 2008 22:47:42 GMT

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Sun, 17 Aug 2008 03:12:52 GMT

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rough day

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 03:33:41 GMT

rob's car wouldn't start again so i could go to burnsville for an eye exam, had to make ben take me so he was late for work, i got my eyes dialated and ended up with a daylong headache, spent over $400 on eyewear, had low air in my bike tire so i went to flanders and they were closed, went to SA but their air pump was out of service, tried to enjoy the Worlds Away suburb exhibit at the walker but couldn't read any of the signs.

my dad gave me this disk filled with pictures that were on an old digital camera at my parents' house. so here we go. also, there were a bunch of pictures of various peeps with their old ex-lovers but i didn't want shit to get hairy, you know?

talk about junior high identity crisis, wanna fuck me on my spacebed?

also, i hate to beat a dead horse (what) but garfield minus garfield is the funniest fucking thing i have ever seen. i am not even exaggerating.

Thu, 07 Feb 2008 16:40:38 GMT

"They say one of the few times a man pays full attention is when he’s talking about himself. Another is when blood is coming out of his penis."

msn news, you never fail me.

in other news, i'm losing my mind.

40 years in a tank

Fri, 14 Sep 2007 19:39:12 GMT

i was biking to work today and got hit by a taxi, and fell off my bike and broke 1-2 toes and now i am sitting at home doing jack shit and hobbling around and gasping in pain. what the fucks.
but the good news is, my toes are now so swollen they are finally the size of a normal human's toes.
ha, ha, ha.

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 19:15:04 GMT

HAAAAARRYYYYYYY !

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 21:14:12 GMT

i made this it's a zine it's called Little Brown Myotis and if you want one you can pay me $1.50 or we can trade or somethin.

it's so damn hot out!

Tue, 22 May 2007 16:25:16 GMT

thank you msnbc news.

Sat, 28 Apr 2007 15:27:01 GMT

interview with city pages yesterday, a young man in a spraypaint tshirt asking about feminism and the pocketknife and my lyrics and me stuttering a ton and trying not to say "like" or "basically" too much.

yesterday i bought a dress once owned by kat bjelland of babes in toyland. it's really hideous but very exciting.

i really want one of those necklaces jack made.

does anyone know an at-home remedy for cleaning out yr ears that is not ear candling? that shit seems dangerous.

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 23:22:03 GMT

it's like a save-a-date, i rly want you there

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 07:45:36 GMT

shit's gettin busy!

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 02:23:46 GMT

little crabbies

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 18:52:52 GMT

the showparty the other night was so fun and awesome.

this is the token "give me attention in the form of livejournal comments cuz it's my birthday" post
hey i'm 21

Sat, 13 Jan 2007 18:12:20 GMT

this is probably also on your myspace.
whatever come on.

Mon, 01 Jan 2007 19:59:19 GMT

pretty crappy new year, boreddrunkhigh. zam-zam blew like 7 of those noisemakers at once and i thought i was gonna piss myself. really it probably wasn't that bad but last year was so spectacular that this one was kind of dissapointing, with people fuxxing instead of hanging with friends and crabby everyone and of course going back on your word and you know. at least there was old jazz records and a couple of awkward hugs. oh 2007 i will destroy you!

two headlines right next to each other on msn news right now:
World welcomes 2007!
U.S. death toll in Iraq tops 3,000

awesommmmme.

Thu, 28 Dec 2006 07:18:32 GMT

new yrz resolutions ! what are yours
-don't have so many clothes- don't steal tons of clothes you're never going to wear
-learn to cook (healthy!) and cook for roommates and force them to eat it
-get over the whole "if i can't see them they can't see me" thing- look people in the eye for god's sake
-along those lines, don't accidently come off as bored, tired, or disinterested when you're actually just nervous or uncomfortable
-along those lines, learn how to interact with other people like a normal human being
-new strategy- complain more frequently about not having a boyfriend
-write letters and send/give them to people
-don't cut hair
-play guitar more outside of band practice
-really work hard at baby guts/kitten forever/pocketknife
-re-situate life so you can always be doing something creative/artistic/proactive instead of worrying about work or something ridiculous
-increase music collection
-make a zine/start that fucking radical feminist group (get other people more enthusiastic about it)
-do something every day that scares you, even if that is super cliche
-write more
-sing louder
-be honest be honest be honest be honest
-LOSE 30 LBS HAAAAA!

ok

Mon, 18 Dec 2006 00:25:42 GMT

RAVIOLI III HAS DIED.

Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

money for laura will be accepted in lieu of flowers kthanks