suck you.

Dear Kid Koala,

I took my boyfriend to see your show last night at the Biltmore Cabaret for his birthday. The two opening acts were so fucking terrible that we had to leave (or kill ourselves). The first "band" wasn't even playing their own songs. I heard vocals, but was anyone singing? No. Upon closer inspection, it didn't even seem like they were playing their own instruments. If I wanted to witness the "art" of lip-synch, I would have stayed home to watch Ashlee Simpson on YouTube.

The second group (I'm assuming they were Run with the Heard) was a knock-off version of LMFAO. Only worse. They were even wearing matching outfits. We left half-way through the first song, pissed off and disappointed.

Needless to say, this was not what I expected from a Kid Koala show. And I think that your credibility as an artist suffers as a result. Maybe next time you should be careful not to affiliate yourself with such an amateur spectacle of suck.

Sorry,

Horse Wife

**more on this later

nothin doin.

doing nothing is so underrated.

i look forward to my time off so that i can do it. i actually get really pissed off if my time off ends up being spent doing things. one reason it's nice not to go home during the holidays. if i had to spend my vacation traveling around and going to parties every day, i would be really pissed off to finally get back home. only to resume school or work the next day.

psychic death.

the following is a list of how i like to spend my time doing nothing:

taking long walks with my ipod really loud.
morning tea with honey.
lounging around a clean livingroom.
reading short stories.
writing short stories.
watching wholesome family TV (like road to avonlea or the cosby show) or black and white bette davis movies.
wine and beer.
ye olde fireplace in a box.
blogging.
cookin spaghetti.
long johns and bush socks.

excuse me, kids. i've won a prize.

december stuff.

"queens of noise" by the runaways
lita ford
horsewife
satanism
rum and egg nog
box wine
the big chill
black sabbath
baseball t-shirts
golden girls
plaid
skipping gym class
savings account
tylenol cold and flu
revision
round the twist
burt's bees

queens of noise.

i recently saw a new movies that i would actually consider adding to my personal collection.

it was the runaways.

i know i know. about time, right? but if you've read my blog you know that i don't give a fuck about being current. this is mostly because i don't tend to seek out new music, and i don't go to the movies.
unless it's a midnight movie and they're showing escape from new york again.

the runaways was cool for a couple reasons. 1. you get to watch some badass bitches rock out for over an hour, and 2. kristen stewart as joan jett was totally worth it. what a dike.

of course, there are some problems with the movie, too. the parts with cherie currie's family drama was lame horse. let's face it: it wasn't really the runaways story. it was the cherie currie story. which makes sense, since it was based off of her book.

this is probably why lita ford wasn't on board with the flick. which is too bad because lita is pretty much the coolest. i'm also pretty sure that jerry cantrell stole his hair flip from her.



to be honest, ms. currie has always seemed like kind of a dud (which could explain the lack-luster performance of dakota fanning). she may have had some cool moves back in the day, but the chick has always come across as a kind of talentless media whore.

harsh.

but whatever. the movie is entertaining, and when it's over you'll want to break out all those old runaways records.

then again maybe i won't.

i don't really know what to blog about.

i don't really know what HORSEWIFE's true calling is. so far, i have a blog titled horsewife, a poem titled horsewife, and yesterday i wrote lyrics for a song called horsewife.

i'm too busy to blog. really? actually, it's probably more that i'm too random to keep something consistent. one solid idea.

also: i'm a blogger WITHOUT a camera.

we had one, but PARTYFACE sat on it, which fucked up the screen.
we had another one, but i got sand in it at the beach.
we had my old one. but it sucks and can't keep a charge.

i really want to start a band. and i want it to look like this:

first thing to do: arm my notebook with a crapload of lyrics
second thing: take out an online ad -- "need guitar player to help put music to lyrics, and start a band. influences are the lunachicks, the melvins and hole" (may need to work on that list a tad)
third thing: be confident. nobody who is any good wants to play with some total n00b.

i'm hungry, eff.

see what i mean?
random!