Baby’s In New York, Wanda

Wanda, our joint boyfriend is in New York.  I think he heard that you were sick (physically, not just mentally for a change).   I have no idea why he is gallivanting with David Blaine.  Maybe they were collaborating on some illusionist thing where he’s going to make it so that Orlando gets temporarily fug — even though that is impossible.   Okay, I’m going to bed, because this is stupid.   But I do hope Wanda feels better, though.

* Oh, and here are some hot pics I found when I was looting the Orlando Bloom messboard last night.   I really need to get a boyfriend or something because  I need fixing.

Just To Share A Tea, Soda, Drink (etc)!!!!

Okay, I stole that line from La Maleditaaaaa.  Ha.  I love her.  My other favorites from her are:   “Let’s share a pie” and the Lord’s Prayer in ecclesiastical Latin.   I posted this pic before, but it’s so nice me had to post it twice.   He’s so full of it, that Cola.  Be what you are, bytch.   He’s holding back the evil in this pic.  He’s blocking that shit and trying to reach his sessy center.  I talk a lot of crap, by the way.   Please don’t take it seriously and think I actually sit down and rough draft these posts.   When I have a moment to perv, I log on and let my fingers fly all over the keyboard and no deep and crititical thought is  ever involved.

There is no ephing reason for this post other than to explain to you that sometimes I feel I am beating a dead horse.   I’ve already talked about all the Interpol CDs.  I’ve sessually objectified Cola and Carrlos all sorts of ways of which I am most ashamed.  Kessler and Fogarino have largely been spared because I’m just not not that into them.  That’s actually good news for them, by the way.  I’ve teased the messboarders (and I feel sort of bad about that, especially since hahahahaha they have found this blog).   Backlash is a bytch, innit?  Nah,  I don’t care about that.  Just don’t talk arse about peoples I love. 

Oh wait, I just found something to yap about!   The subject of Interpol’s B-sides.  Ha!  B-sides!   I like Cola’s B-side…  LPs.  I hate those things!  Stop making me buy shit, okay?  I’m just kidding.  But I am slow to listen to music that never made it onto the proper album.  Anyway, at the risk of irking a lot of you gorgeous and brill Cola Gordians, I must say that I sort of don’t dig the vast majority of the B-sides.

* Song Seven:  I like the music, but I mean how many times does the word ‘come’ need to appear in the beginning of one damn song? I mean, come on!  Here’s a clip of it from la route du rock.   It’s not fair to judge the song by this performance, though.  Cola’s seriously boozed up or something and when Carlos D. started to sing, my ears almost threw up.  I think Daniel Kessler raps, too.  It’s all a little emo.  

* The Specialist:  “Speckled Like A Leopard.“  Well, I like that line.  Here’s the song with a youtube montage.   I liked this song, too, at first.   Is something wrong with me, because I don’t like this song anymore? 

* Narc (The Cola Gorda Remix):  Bytch ruined Narc!   I hate his remix!  Sowwy, Coca-Cola!  I do dig the other Antics remixes, though.  Yeah, I have that deluxe 2-CD Antics….