someone needs to buy me meds

i was glancing back at my last blog entry and for some reason i quickly read it as someone needs to buy me meds, not cds. i'll take the meds though too. prescripts (illegal or otherwise) only please. none of that over the counter shit.

i really have nothing of importance to add to my blog today. come to think of it, do i ever?

let's just end this post with a pretty picture or two. or just one if i don't have the time to browse for more.

my favorite flower EVER: the stargazer lily. i will fling myself naked at anyone who buys these for me.

someone needs to buy me cds

i've decided i want someone to buy me some new cds. i want a best of johnny cash, something by dolly parton but only if it's from the 60s, and maybe some patsy cline. when i was in missouri last year i remember coming upon a radio station that appeared to only play classic country. and i loved it. it was nothing like that loser country shite you hear today - keith urban, something or other mcgraw, and so on and so on.

i'd also like to plug the movie 'walk the line', as though it really needs any promotion from me right? and joaquin phoenix is LUSH. i have a new crush. he is absolutely beautiful.




must.have.this.boy.

oh and totally random, but in my search for joaquin pictures, i came across this one of debby harry. she's so badass.

invasion so succexy

let's drink to the military.

www.ilovemetric.com to see the video for 'succexy'. i'm in love with this song and even more with the video. frame by frame shots = love.

fight mannequinism

i have no idea what that means but there is a billboard on hollywood blvd that says that. my colleagues and i were trying to figure it out on a walk back from starbucks one day.

22

22 days.

crash and burn girl

what a great robyn song. it's all dance club vibey. i like.

25 days til i see the boy. that sucks. did i mention how much it sucks? and not only that but i just realized you can see my bra right through this shirt. i don't care all that much but it can make for an awkward situation when standing face to face with a boss.

25 days. SIGH.

life questions to ponder

one very important one at that: is it wrong to hope that at least one of your kids will be so over the top insanely cute that you can thrust them in among the throes of other insanely not as cute as mine kids that are auditioning for parts in commercials and for the cute american kid parts in movies? is it so wrong to want my own little dakota fanning for my own financial gain and monetary purposes? am i supposed to give a shit that a kid's life in the spotlight will no doubt trash their psyche and erase any sense of self esteem they may have otherwise had such that they are coke addicts at age 8, narcissistic beyond all comprehension, and looking for the quickest route to emancipation they can find? eh i can live with that. i'd say a house in the hollywood hills, jet-setting to stockholm and france at a moment's notice, regular trips to fiji and the bahamas (sans kids of course - little courtney or lukas will be in the middle of filming that year's blockbuster, remember?) , and weekly dinners at koi are worth the trade off. wouldn't you?

the after hours

i heart 'the twilight zone'. blog name change derived from my favorite twilight zone episode EVER.

Marsha White is visiting a bustling department store on an errand to buy a thimble. Asking where the thimbles are located, she is cryptically told they are found on the ninth floor. Taking the elevator to that floor, she finds it completely deserted and barren except for one saleslady. This lady is strangely rude and ominous when talking to Marsha, but she does manage to sell her a golden thimble.

Just before she gets ready to leave the store, Marsha notices the thimble is scratched. She tries to return to the ninth floor, but is told by the fussy store manager that there IS no ninth floor! Marsha says that can't be...she spots the saleslady she talked to but when she approaches, she discovers the saleslady is a mannequin! Feeling faint, Marsha is taken to an office to lie down. She falls asleep. When she awakens, the store is closed and she is alone in the empty, eerie structure. Wandering about in a fright, Marsha hears voices whispering to her. She is guided to the ninth floor again and once more sees mannequins of the saleslady and the elevator operator. But this time there is a difference. This time they come to life, with all the other mannequins on the ninth floor,and walk steadily towards her. These unliving constructions are coming for her...what is their secret and why do they want her? The answers are found in...The Twilight Zone.

bologna sandwiches are overrated

okay so i'm poor this week. very poor. and i had to put groceries on my credit card and even though since it was going on my credit card i could have just bought whatever i wanted, i decided to be frugal and only buy things that wouldn't be too terribly expensive. so i buy a loaf of wonder bread, a small jar of on sale peanut butter (luckily the kind i like that is sweet and made for kids' tastes...ahem), 3 frozen dinners, and a package of oscar meyer bologna. now, to be honest, i never ever ever ever buy bologna cause i figured i probably don't like the taste anymore. it's something i ate as a kid but i'd rather have peppery salami or proscuitto or salty ham or something that's going to taste like something. so because the bologna is on sale, i get it. and for dinner that night i make a sandwich with it. a very boring sandwich, but i like them boring: bread, mayo, mustard, and bologna. i take my first bite. hmm, maybe i bit an end where the meat didn't quite reach. it is round after all, and the bread is square. i take another bite. nothing. did i forget the meat all together? no, couldn't have. i distinctly remember putting it on the bread. you see what i'm getting at?

never again. for 8 or 9 grams of fat per slice yet no taste whatsoever? who makes this shit? oh right. oscar meyer. the pinnacle of fatty tasteless lunch meat for grade school kids. this is why our coca cola tastes bad.

is your real name marc leach?

http://letterstomarcjacobs.blogspot.com/2005/12/archibald-jacobs-marc-leach_08.html

hilarity.

oh and btw this would be funny because my last name is 'leach'. hardy har har.

i'm adding the link found in jon's links but i'm adding it to mine as well because i'm seriously laughing. this is some funny stuff.

quelqu'un m'a dit

oh my god i want.

i'm obsessed i'm a wreck i'm insane

isn't that what you want me to say? don't you need to feel my blood on the tracks today?

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Ah….You're so sexy When you drive so glad that you’re alive, I’ll tear the avenue I drive on Malibu All alone in the city Love is blind All alone in the city you’re so fine I don't care, baby Tell me what to do Drag me, oh drag me down to you Drag me, oh drag me down to you ah You're so sexy When you drive so glad you’re alive tune into me what you do I'd drive on Malibu if i were you i'd drag me Where are you All alone in the city Love is blind I don't care baby Tell me what to do I'll never ever be dumb with you Drag me, oh drag me down to you Drag me, oh drag me down to you Drag me, oh drag me down to you I pity all of you tonight I pity everyone I pity everyone alive I pity all of you alive I pity everyone I pity everyone alive Drive all the way to Malibu Drive all the way to Malibu Drop everything that wasn't you Drive all the way to Malibu Drop all the diamonds that I knew Drive all the way to Malibu Drop everything that wasn’t you Drive all the way to Malibu I pity everyone tonight I pity everyone I pity all of you tonight...

elevator girls

post modern japanese photography.

i could stare at this for hours.

TMI

proceed at your own risk.

i have never welcomed a period more than i did this month.

in other news, how captivating is this video?

combat baby:
http://www.ilovemetric.com/media.html

i love a good disaster

i am so insanely missing him, it's unreal. this is much worse than before. it's not that it's necessarily bad, because it's not. it's just sad. bad, sad, mad, glad.

other cities always make me sad, other cities always make me mad, no other city can make me glad except new yooooooooooork, i love new yooooooooooooooooork.

random madonna lyric and her penchant for rhyming like a see jane run book.

anyway, back to ME before that madonna lyric so rudely interrupted. so. where were we? well, stephen is now my boyfriend. i pretty much wanted to be committed since about 2 months after getting to know him and then random other things got in the way, for us both. turns out he liked me too in that way though. not that we didn't already sort of know this. we thought it would just be stringless sex. then falling for each other just sorta happened.

but now he's there and i'm here and it sucks to not be able to have him run over to my place tonight and watch a movie with me or have us go for a coffee or something. at least he's MUCH closer now. will only be a 1.5 hour flight instead of SIX. thank god.