Someone on my Facebook has posted twice today about the new Limp Bizkit album. Not even making fun of it, both posts are about how good it is. In 2011. From someone who has got to be pushing thirty. I mean I know I went to high school in Jacksonville but this is ridiculous.
Who would have thought that “Go to work dressed like a drug-addled hipster while sporting a cut on the corner of my mouth that looks exactly like a herpes sore Day” would coincide with “Get invited to eat with handsome Latin American and Italian men from my very small subfield Day”?
I JUST SAW A SPANISH-LANGUAGE VERSION OF "MAN IN...
I HAVE A NEW LANDLADY
“What is your name?” “Ashleigh.” “Que?” “Ashleigh.” “Say again please?” “Ashleigh.” “Spell?” “A-S-H-L-E-I-G-H.” “Ay Dios mio.” “Sorry.” “Is okay. I will call you Ana. Here is the electricity meter, Ana.”
Never mind about the music in the Starbucks, they just threw on Odelay!
THINGS THAT ARE WRONG WITH TODAY
My internet’s down in my apartment I need the internet because I’m changing apartments today, I don’t have a phone, and my landlord hasn’t emailed me back to confirm times yet. Wifi hotspots aren’t common here, and most of them don’t open until after siesta, so I’m at the Centro Starbucks using their wifi. This is bad because carriage horses...
SEX HAS MANY FACES
Can you believe that this amazing tank top was stuck in a one-euro rack at some random going-out-of-business sale here in Sevilla? It’s way too small for me (I’m pulling it taut here so you can see the writing; otherwise it bunches up), but I don’t give a good goddamn, I’m wearing this all day every day from now on. edit: dear god, is that sign in the background ever...
What is it with uptight white people and their bizarre crusade against saggy pants?
MY PROBLEMS COULD NOT POSSIBLY GET ANY MORE...
Found an amazing Miu Miu skirt at a vintage shop in Rome for twenty euro. Couldn’t try it on there, but when I got home last night I tried it on and it’s way too small and can’t be altered. If I lost maybe 5-10 pounds it would be fine, but since I literally ate an entire sleeve of Pim’s Delight for breakfast I don’t think that is in the cards.
THE BOYS THE BOYS
A guy I had a huge crush on when I was 16 “liked” a wall post I’d made on a mutual friend’s Facebook, so I friended him with a note explaining who I was (after all it had been ten years). He didn’t remember me. And asked me if perhaps I was thinking of our mutual friend instead, because he definitely didn’t know who I was. And accepted my friend request but...
IT CAN NEVER BE
Obama is so not feeling this.
Short video from the beginning of Sevilla’s Concentracion at town hall
IF YOU COOK THE WAY YOU WALK, I WILL EAT IT ALL,...
Yeah I just bet you would. Weirdest street harassment ever.
AS LONG AS IT WAS ONLY ONE
I don’t care about attracting people to my page, but nonetheless this Google Analytics account has provided nothing but good times since I got it.
I need a nap.
GOING TO WORK
“Yeah I’m actually getting dressed now.” “What are you wearing?” “Black tights, those FCUK black silk shorts, that baggy black top, the white brocade cardigan, and a leather belt. Oh, and black flats.” “What the hell, stop dressing like a 1990’s Helmut Lang model to go to a fucking archive.” “Fucking whoa there, man. Don’t...
Sebadoh were supposed to tour Europe with Nirvana like a month or so after Kurt...– from my interview with Sebadoh frontman Lou Barlow (via grungebook) Speak for yourself, Lou, I wanted one.
This is literally the only thing I’ve ever seen posted in Sevilla about Obama that wasn’t either complimentary, or a hilarious pun designed to sell furniture and mobile phone plans.
DON'T MAKE ME HAVE A GOOD TIME, PART II
So I just got invited to a meeting of the Jane Austen Society. Baller.
THE B WORD
I once received an unsolicited love letter that, among other qualities unfairly ascribed to me, went to great lengths to praise my “captivating” and “enchanting” green eyes. According to said letter, the eyes were so green as to put one in mind of a tempestuous sea, or a verdant field, and when I shone these shining green eyes upon the writer, he felt his heart skip a...
Sometimes I want to Google certain people, but I just can’t bring myself to do it because I think it’s unfathomably creepy. And when I worry that I’m not well-adjusted, I point to this feeling as proof that I am.
I WEAR THE WAY I WANNA DO: AWKWARD TIMES IN SPAIN →
petuniafist: pretended: Consume according to your needs and your means. Buying for buying’s sake plays into the game of Capitalism and its minion, Political Privilege. Haha. Way to not be part of the solution, Ashleigh. Well, at least I finally found a thong bodysuit that doesn’t ride up. I think I know who really won the class struggle today. Viva la revolucion! edit: should have...
AWKWARD TIMES IN SPAIN
I’ve been collecting posters and flyers related to the May 15th Movement (I only take ones that are either advertising events that have already happened, or ones that have fallen down and can’t be stuck back up). Most of the ones I’ve got so far are little black-and-white photocopies for marches, neighborhood organizations, that sort of thing. I got my first handmade poster today...