I love how often Beatles songs are being played in the subway or on the street.  They seem to come when I need it most. Standing with wet feet in the cold on Bleecker, lugging a suitcase behind me: "The sun is up, the sky is blue, it's beautiful, and so are you..." Look around, round, round, round round.  Look around.

Beatles = love. Rock Band = love. Beatles + Rock Band = JOYGASM!!! OMG YAY!

I hate my stupid ex's! Mostly I hate how once I leave them they all slowly start flowing back into my life. I should kill them and NOT have the idiotic problems with them that SHOULDN'T BE THERE IN...still be friends. WHICH I MEAN TO DO ! Because I'm cool like that. MY LIFE IS SO WEIRD. I'm just going to sit back and listen to some of the cool sounds of the beatles. Oh yeah. Sexy swim.

Ох мать!! 22 ноября!!! Питер!!!! Я щас чуть со стула не упал.. Тони Шеридан на битловском фестивале... В Питере!!! Ааа!!!!!! Все подробности здесь: http://www.beatles.ru/news/announce.asp?id=1970 Om! Hare Krishna! Jesus Loves you!! Same as Mohammed, Buddha and Co. Peace and Love!!

Несколько дней непрерывно слушаю The Beatles на радио 101. Получаю удовольствие. Телефонные звонки пропускаю. Звоните громче!

Думаю, нужно что-то делать. Хватит откладывать, постоянно откладывать на потом. Особенно то, что мне хочется делать. Пора открыть ютуб и послушать песню Rain. Я не знаю, что это за психологические барьеры...бы обязательно что-нибудь выпили, сидя где-нибудь на московской скамейке, и нам обязательно было бы о чём поговорить, и мы, конечно же, много бы улыбались и смотрели, как обычно, друг другу в глаза.

(c) Vogue US, November 2001 Гениально, по-моему. Продолжение тут

Because of my sad, depressed state, I convinced my mom to let me stay home today. I'm glad I stayed home, I don't want to be trapped inside of classroom when it's raining and thundering. How I love this...tea. Going to go downstairs in a few and watch Monty Python's Flying Circus. I want to watch Across The Universe. I literally swoon whenever Joe Anderson comes on screen. GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH

I always forget that these piecemeal entries go stale after two or three days in the post bin. Oh well. Let's make it work, Jimmy. (Jimmy is the gaffer/lighting boy in my mind. I do not question this layer...and intellectually satisfying than "drawing 'chinese symbol' henna tattoos onto hordes of thirteen-year-olds with enough disposable income to feed a proverbial village for a year" and I'll be good.

And a batch by my brother: .