I kind of miss the 90s

I Love the New Millennium really upsets me. I love just about everything Vh1 creates. Even if it 80% of their programing clearly shows that all humanity left in the world. "I Love Money" is one thing, I can try to convince myself that somehow in their special Vh1 way they are being ironic and pointing a finger at the ridiculousness of reality shows and the culture it has created. (Even though Vh1 has probably made a killing off that culture.) 

But really..."I Love the New Millennium," I can't even watch it and I will watch most crap. I watched 3/4 of an episode of Celebrity Circus, but I can't even get through 1/2 of "I Love the New Millennium." Logically, it makes no sense. We haven't even had a decade worth of 2000s. It is basically like watching old episodes of Best Week Ever. 

"HEY HEY GUYS!! REMEMBER 50 CENT! REMEMBER THAT SONG 'IN DA CLUB'!! HE GOT SHOT 9 TIMES!!! EEEEEEEE!" Yes, yes I do remember. Actually, WBNQ just played that song 5 minutes ago. 


I don't know how the general American population can laugh at how lame American Idol is, after they just hung up the phone from voting. 

I'm so concerned. 























"My God, what a help and moral support clothes are."
-- Nancy Cunard

Hey, remember that time....

I am going through a bit of a “nostalgic for an era I wasn’t alive in” phase right now. I have been listing to the Ronettes album on repeat for way to long. And this mini-obsession is only being fueled by all of the lovely items available on the internet and elsewhere that I find.

My friend LP and I went to the Andersonville Midsommerfest last weekend in Chicago. It was 1 million degrees, but there was this cool little antique booth that had old clippings from magazines, advertisements, maps, and such. So I bough these two fashion editorial pages from a 1920’s Ladies Home Journal. They are kind of awesome, I’m not gonna lie. Although it is kind of insane to think that the entire magazine probably cost less than a quarter in the 20’s and I bought a single page for $15.

But my trip into yester year feels so incomplete without a record player. It is actually kind of ridiculous that I don’t have a record player, because I have records. (Great buys, haha.) I have been on the search, but I know nothing about quality home audio systems. If anyone knows anything about these sorts of things, let me know, I love recommendations. Mikey and Syliva really want to played.

it's only the beginning

Let the typing commence. 

I have never had a blog before, unless you include the myspace blog section. Somebody brought up the other day that they miss writing little myspace blogs, now that facebook is the hot new kid on the block. "Notes" somehow just don't feel the same. So here I go. Oh, and here is the inspiration for the title---


Inventory by Dorothy Parker

Four be things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

Four be things I'd be better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt. 

Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.

Three be things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.