Shamble Me Pretty...

I don't know where I'm going but yes I know where I've been and I know where I am, now. I am in a strange place blazers and pencil skirts mon-thur click click clack on the computer and showing apartments to what I hope to be eager buyers. The weekend could hold anything there is always something happening follow the free show follow the free drink. Will my train card work this swipe? And whats for dinner? I feel like an utter vagabond as of late. I don't know if vagabonds regularly misplace their cellies in limos but this wreck does. And sometimes I kick people out of my life for crackers in the bed...
Last night I checked out Soulwax again with some near and dears (lovely). I don't recommend improv limbos whilst wearing gladiator heels and be sure to hold tight to your lime my loves. I must not let mtv midgets boil my blood nor will I pout over pizza slices. U R A big girl now...

Walk of shame to pick up some keys and show another place. I feel so fucking high fashion in my target/h&m frock. Heads are turning left and right maybe I look like the circus is back in town or maybe I look utterly fabulous. I'd like to think the later but I can only chuckle and wonder when I am finally going to have that slice of humble pie from Serendipty.Sometimes I am so overwhelmed by everything around me and other times I am completely numb to it. Today on the train I see that NYU has had explosive diarrhea again it is in transit to williamsburg then I spot one of the worst camel toes yet; it happens to be pumpkin colored (how festive). I'm reading trainspotting and realize I'm finally not afraid to admit I'd still fuck James Newell Osterberg Jr aka Iggy Pop.

Oops, I tweeted, again.

http:www.twitter.com/plateofyams

follow me into the dark...

Cut & Paste Lady of The Day.

My name is Blossom
I was raised in a lions den
My name is Blossom
I was raised in a lions den

My nightly occupation
Stealing other womens men
I'm an evil evil woman
But I want to do a man some good
I'm an evil evil woman
But I want to do a man some good
I'm Gina Lola Bridgietta
I ain't red riding hood

If you don't like my peaches, baby, why do you shake my tree?
If you don't like my peaches, baby, why do you shake my tree?
Get out of my orchard, baby
Let my peach tree be
Now don't you ooh skoodla doo skoodli dee
And I won't ya ya doo doo
If you don't ooh skookdla doo
Then I won't ya ya doo doo
So don't you ooh skoodla doo skoodli dee
And I won't ya ya doo doo

Some men like me cause I'm happy
Some think I'm snappy
Some call me honey
And some think I've got
But Grey Brown told me that I was built for speed
You put them all together
Everything a good man needs
You put them all together
Everything a good man needs

Like a sketzie...

At the dinner table am I. This seriously has to stop immediately!!!

Getting Sucked In....

Or wanted to be sucked. Lakehouse latenight = On Demand. I have to say I'm intrigued enough to drudge on to episode deux.

"Going Back Home".

Think the Nina Simone song because thats what I listened to before I got here...

I'm back at ye olde lakehouse for a bit. I spent the day with my family including my new baby sister Georgiana Rose, my Nan, and my Auntie Beverly & Uncle Frank who are visiting from England. I haven't seen them since I was climbing trees. Not to say that I've kicked the tree climbing habit completely its just a lot less frequent is all. We chatted about life and music over frosty pints, boating, and fishing. I told my dad that the fish were playing j.t.t. with us because they kept nibbling off our worms and swimming off. Then I had to explain what j.t.t. meant (just the tip). Also it turns out my Uncle Frank has seen John Lee Hooker live (can you say jealous?) the two seem very in tune with music its quite lovely. And nan cracks me up because I feel like she is thinking the same sinister-esk thoughts sometimes which results in eye contact and giggles. I'll have to pay them a visit now, I think. The evening ended with fire dancing goblins(my lovely sibs) sparklers and smores.

Dirty Rice Is Nice.

My trip to New Orleans was lovely and short lived. I enjoyed some duck gumbo, dirty rice, a signature bourbon street "hand grenade", some live blues, a friend, saw an old rugby teammate, got a piggy back ride, put money in a jukebox that never played my songs and saw some ghosts. Then I was gone much like the robed lady in my room who caused quite a ruckus at 5:38am.