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YOUR PERSONAL RAPSPIRATION (for a blue Monday)...

BROTHER READE live at the Black Cat in DC. New single "Lucifer". 

PS: Holy crap there's a duck in my yard. NO SHIT. That's a good sign...

THE WAY WE WORE - PHOTO DOCUMENTATION. pt. 2

THEY WAY WE WORE - PHOTO DOCUMENTATION, pt. 1

THEY WAY WE WORE, (Summer 2000-hate R.I.P)

So. Spring Broke 2009!!! WHOOOT!

The beach is full of babes in bikinis (well, Downtown, too...). Platform open-toe pumps at towering heights, stringy halter tops (timeless treasures!), and white denim miniskirts are all the rage for yet ANOTHER summer season. (BTW: if I EVER spot you in a denim mini of any type, I will shutter and puke a little in my mouth at the same time. Be classy, go to TJ Maxxx and get a damn pencil skirt. Preferably high waisted. TRUST ME. You will get hot guys that are SMART buying you drinks instead of loose frat-military-types who just want to get you to their hotel to bang you. GROSS!!!). 

And the boyz, woah! Skinny skinny skinny is IN again this summer. The shortest shorts you've ever seen, topless tatt-ed uppp mid-drifts exxxposed, and Sperry's reign supreme on the guys "DO" list for beachwares. Down here in the South, you just NEVER know what you're gonna see on these humid, sticky streets. 

Since this summer is already seeming like a baddd repeat of last summer, you know - the kind of VHS recording that just keeps looping and looping on your busted old TV and the stop button on your player is broken?!? Yeah, like that. Well, let's adventure back to THE WAY WE WORE...PHOTO RECAP! SUMMER 2000-hate, or 2000-GREAT (as I like to call it now).

...take a ride with me...like Missy and Lil Kim...YEASSS! 

luv you, mean it, xoxo!!!

BEST HAIR EVER, I LOVED YOU SO

Yes. Today is the day that Michael Jackson died of an eating-disorder induced heart attack. His bedazzled glove (as well as leather bondage pants, they NEVER go outta style!!!) will forever hold a tiny spot in my iced-over heart. . .

But SERIOUSLY, can we focus on a real HAIRSPIRATION here?!!? Yes, of course, America's favourite ex-pin-up girl Farrah Fawcett. I mean, just glance to the left for a hott-sec. One more time. I mean it!!! Just GAZE at that main mane! Her lovely long bleached-out locks waving softly in the gentle summer breeze. Her epic loftiness, yet wonder-full sweetness. An original "Charlie's Angel" before Cameron Diaz's wide mouth took over Hollywood and made tweens everywhere wanna get even MORE skinny. ICK! And remember, her battle with anal cancer didn't shame her! She underwent all sorts of treatments and Dr.'s visits ON NATIONAL TV to inform us of the importance of those nasty routine exams one must undergo in their 40's. Damn! That is some serious fan-base dedication. Like, for real!  I loved her, I will continue to spread the good word about her mmm-azing self long after her time. Ooooh, Farrah...

I think I should go get a girl-dog and name her Farrah. That may help me mourn my loss more appropriately. Well, no. I can't even take care of my own mane so there's no biz for me to add a little helpless pooch in the mixxx. But seriously, if you have time and you are alone then YOU should go get a pup. Don't go buy one. Just go to the shelter or on the "free" list on your local craigslist and save an animal life. Boyfriends are over-rated anyway. Dogs will love you how YOU want to be loved. DUH!