what a vampire weekend that was.

am i supposed to know what an oxford comma is vampire weekend.
i'm not sure whether you're being ironic when you're all 'who gives a fuck about an oxford comma', because i don't...but now i'm questioning my intelligence - am i supposed to give a fuck about an oxford comma?

it's the only song of theirs that i've really come to like and for the life of me i can't make head nor tail of it. how embarrassment.

i learnt some things about joni mitchell this morning, from watching the television. who knew that useful information actually came from the tv. i didn't. so, i watched some joni then waited the what, 12 hours until top model came on. lol.

i painted my nails like a 12 year old emo girl today. toenails toe. pink with scraggy black tips. i'm such a rocker now. *my chemical romance* radcore.

'don't worry 'bout nothin''

hey bitches.

so i've made this ridiculous new years resolution, already - to write a little more in my blog. I've decided that it'll be therepeutic. like getting a haircut. i realised the other day that sitting in a chair for an hour talking to a total strange acheives two things. you're either more self aware of how completely fucked up you are. or, your hair is shorter. sometimes, a hairdresser can help you achieve both outcomes. this is their magic.



recently i've also found this love for what might be described in a particularly vehement way as oz hip hop. so yeah. fucked if i know why. but muph and plutonic, bliss and eso and the hilltop hoods have snuck their cheeky bitch way into my music collections. sodding bastards.