I'm like that guy from Almost Famous

Interview!

Hyperlink is the barely legible words above.

My first interview for the music website I'm writing for with Chris Clavin of Ghost Mice, founder of Plan-It-X records, Walking Dead fan and Bloomington, IN resident!

There is a misplaced contraction in the above sentence, but I don't care. Interpret as you will. An exercise in grammar is the gift of learning I give to you this holiday season.

I didn't make up the generic tag, just so we're clear.

Cool as this guy. There.



Only in part because of this, the fruit of countless hours behind the desk of a motel. Just so you know, I am no. 1, in THE WORLD in Crack Attack. The score to beat is me, Maggie.

I had the most amazing night. I would go on, at length, about all the people I met and all the wonderful things I did. I could just simply say that I think I fell in love.

How did I manage to see Japanther twice in the past two months? How did I update this blog twice today without regular internet access?

It's Over, Samsung

I may never turn my phone on again. I realized that telephones are the harbingers of anxiety. Good news, bad news... I don't want to know.

In other news, I am on the GUEST LIST for an amazing show tonight and I cannot go because I will be at Motel 6. Even if I'm not there, my cool points are way up, although I'm not sure where to redeem them. I also made an amazing burrito. I cleaned my bedroom/closet. I'm dogsitting this weekend in a beautiful house near the national forest. Robyn's coming to town! I have big plans for Saturday night. I'm reading a good book, I have a phone interview for a job in Oklahoma City. I'm getting a coupon for free kombucha.

See? All I had to do was apply myself and life became wonderful.

I was going to put a picture of Slick Rick here and say something to the effect of "cool as this guy," but it is taking way too long and I gotta get ready for work.

On Personal Relationships

Someone I admired told me: I would say, get over it. It's a horrible way to spend your time, being brokenhearted. And if you do it too long, something even worse is bound to happen and then you'll feel like it's too much to handle. I guess just keep in mind that the world is an awesome and amazing place. If you don't like what's happening, change it. Go somewhere. I always feel better when I'm moving. I also always feel better when I go outside, get out in the nature of the world.

Seriously, I have the transcript.

Another wise man told me: Personal relationships in this world are purely instrumental in meeting the need of the moment. They are fleeting and kaleidoscopic, though correspondingly intense. After all, no obligations or pressures- financial, legal, social or ethical- keep people together. The only cement for personal relationships is the need and desire of the moment, and nothing is stronger but more fickle than need and desire unshackled by obligation.

And I told myself: Maggie, self-absorption is sooooo boring.

I just like boys. And dogs. But I get too attached to them. I'm very lucky that some people I hold in esteem will talk to me on the phone for hours.

Are you there God? It's me, Margaret

Seriously.
Why did you have to make that vomit splash in my face?
I'm done with cheap vodka.
Why did that man with the creepy hat hit on me at Goodwill? I seriously said, "dude, I was looking at your hat."
To quote a wise woman, "get your hands the fuck off my heart!"
They say for thinkers life is a comedy, for feelers life is a tragedy.
I have to say... this shit is downright funny.

I went to see this movie, mostly because I love Loretta Devine. Case in point.