I CAN'T CONTROL MY FINGERS.

Stumbled upon this all girl group who cover the Ramones. They're called "The Hormones". What do you guys think?!

MARINA & ULAY.

Marina and Ulay are two artists who at one point, shared a marriage. As much as they were in love, they were also an art duo in the 70's. However, at one point they felt mutually that it was time to part ways. They did that in this most beautiful way possible. They chose to walk the Great Wall of China, each would start at one end. Once they met at the middle, they gave each other a hug and never saw each other again.
More than 30 years later, Marina performed a piece called "The Artist is Present". The 2010 MoMA piece was Marina in a room, at a table. Here she sat with numerous strangers and shared a single minute of silence with them. The biggest surprise? Ulay showed up to the table. Her first love, her first romance, and a man she hadn't seen in years arrived without her knowing. The following video shows what happened:

WINTER AIR, SO COLD.

SATURDAY WITH DAILY GRACE.

The internet graciously, and randomly brought on a new discovery! Daily Grace! This is the first time I have seen this girl's videos and I'm about four videos in. From those four, I absolutely had to share the following vid:



Pretty much died laughing. My Saturday night is officially booked. Enjoy!

THIS GUY.

IF I COULD JUST..

If for just one day I could have one more run into you. One more hug. One more shared bottle of vodka. One more spliff. One more trip to the movies or buying a handful of knick knacks. One more walk for slurpees. One more dance. One more night of fake dollar bills thrown everywhere. One more "Jess watch this, watch" UFC nights. One more dinner. One more guitar lesson. One more phone call.

One more anything. Just one more.

LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU.

Pharcyde show was dope. The last time I saw them was in 2008. It was only Imani and Bootie Brown but they held their own like they were all on stage. Can't forget Prophet; dj's have the illest jobs, I swear. Cool dudes, dope performers, great set. Thanks for a lovely night, y'all!

BOUNCING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN THE HEALING AND THE HOLLERING.

March is get your ass on track month. I'm a sad, emotional, party-going wreck right now. Breaking down for a half hour and laughing the next. I've been fighting inner demons but maybe not to my fullest potential. I really miss my cousin. It hurts more than yesterday and less than tomorrow. BUT. I'm okay. I'm pushing and pushing to be okay. Some days, I am. Other days, I'm a little crazy. The group of people around me is so supportive that it makes anything appear possible even when I haven't achieved shit all yet. YET. Key word y'all, yet.

I'm not gonna sit here and rant about how you should feel sorry for me. I've always hated people who did that. People who feed you their petty problems. Whenever someone comes to me crying, my mind is yelling "Ugh get over it!". SO. I know how that is, people. I've never really known of a person or story of someone who was exactly where they wanted to be. I mean, everyone always wants to improve their situation, right?

I'm a private person when it comes to emotional stress, as well as emotional well-being. Although it's funny, my number one shoulder to cry on is a blog.. which in essence, isn't very private at all. Unless no one reads it, then fuck. WHERE ARE WE GOING WITH THIS?!

Okay. Here's what I really want to say. I don't want to approach the world with how I'm feeling, because I'd always rather write about it than speak it. This way it's a choice on whether you would like to see what goes on in this girl's fucked up head, or whether you'd click on to a Photo Friday. Either choice won't hurt me. I've been an independent psychopath since forever. I said psychopath as a joke, I'm really not going crazy. I am having a fun time right now. I am beginning to prioritize on paper, but need to relay these goals to reality, it's tough but I'm working on the discipline part. I am a little sad but I am handling it in a healthy way. My friends rule. Hip hop is life. Wu-Tang forever. Love is love.

Fuck you March, I'm going to destroy you.

Mean mugs, up.