why am i not dead yet?!

so. another year. one more step on the staircase of death. one more floor in the elevator of my own demise. just kidding! i'm actually excited to be one year older! it means i'm doing something right because i'm still alive! in your face everybody who wishes i was dead. (probably no one, but maybe everyone, and you've got to put it in someone's face, right? correct.) but you guys aren't here for the self-reflection and the navel gazing, you're here for the CAKE!

well you can't have any! because this is the internet. and you can't eat anything off it. YET.

until the future becomes a reality, let's take a look back on all that's happened to me last year. LOAD UP THE SLIDESHOW MICKEY. settle in.

since my last birthday, i've moved to LA, worked at a dry cleaner's, been to fashion parties, met internet famous LA'ers, met a cool gal named V, gotten blackout drunk in front of adults and children (and then somehow managed to vomit on my bangs? how does that happen?), started blogging for missbehave, watched the inevitable and sadly unstoppable undoing of missbehave, became friends/lived with sarah morrison and olivia allin (whom i love), met my awesome new best friend jasmine, gotten to see tim and eric live and it's always sunny in philadelphia presents: the nightman cometh, eaten truckloads of tacos, gotten to see amazing indie movies, gone to the coolest shows (seriously i never thought i would ever get to see animal collective, white rabbits, asobi seksu, and camera obscura live. never ever ever), started writing for buzzine, and pretty much gotten to live it up. i honestly never thought my life would be this amazing and that it would all come so fast, but that's LA for you, i guess.

(sidenote: shoutout to everyone that's held out their hand to me and help me cross the proverbial street this year: sarah, meghan, lillian, sam, and sydney jane. if it wasn't for all of you i maybe would be dead. if not dead on the outside i'd be dead on the inside. wahhh, the emo! not really, but you guys have all helped me way more than you know. THEY DON'T LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE YOU.)

LA is pretty cool and while i probably can't see myself living here for the rest of my life, i do see myself settling down here for quite a while. maybe i'll get a coldwater flat in that cool little space between echo park and downtown. maybe probably! i could be maybe dead by then!

SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! i'm not dead and that's cool! i hopefully won't be dead for a bit so good morning, and in case i don't see you, good afternoon, and goodnight.

E

(ps: the above is a picture of my mom's dog wearing my glasses. i'm a photographer. it's deep. hire me.)

Jewels Makes Pins!

So it's like common knowledge that Jewels is awesome. Duh. She makes mad cool totes and knows what's going down in Chinatown. Ummm, I think. Anyway, as if she needed more dopeness to add to her repertoire, Jewels makes one of a kind, handmade pins! Think Etsy, but without the ridic prices and pretentious-ness. In case you're not a collector fuhreak like me and the word pin is not enough to sell you, these lil bitches are the coolest things ever. Somehow Jewels puts fuckmazing images into little pin form! Ohmahgawd, what? You still aren't sold? Ugh! There's no pleasing you! Well, there might be. Peep the styles and go crazy. I mean it, go fucking bananas, these babies are only $1 each!


Hit Jewels up if you wanna buy anything and go to her album to peep more of the bite sized wonders.

Deuces,
Erika

Hello, Naomi!

Gawd, I love cupcakes. I mean, they're like a delicious combo of cake, doughnut, muffin, and icing! Plus they're adorable and come in all forms of Technicolor. And if you make a sign saying you're giving away free versions of them, people will show up for anything!

And there's no cupcake artist I like half as much as the uber amazing, super talented, and incredibly cooltastic Naomi Henderson. Student by day and baked goods artiste by night, she's the cutest little Aussie ever! Okay, except for Curtis Stone...and Kylie Minogue is Australian right? Or is she from NZ...not important.

What is important is how good Naomi is at cupcake decoration and baking. I've never seen anything like it! She makes the cupcakes by herself from scratch and then decorates them! She even did her own set for her 25th birthday. Here's an interview she did with Cupcakes Take The Cake and here are a few examples of her work after, you guessed it, the nonexistent jump!

Hello Naomi, hello awesome!

Deuces,
Erika

Cooler Than The Other Side Of The Pillow

Oftentimes people tell me I'm cool. Not in the Fonzie way, since I'm not blessed with the ability to make electrical items work by hitting them with my girly fists. But in the interesting, neat way. And yes, even in this day and age, I still say neat. And awesome, in the 80's after school special way. I call dudes dudes and guy things dude things. Like, this is a dude's shirt or a dude's color or a dude's car. And I still call all girls chicks. And chicks I don't "get" are called broads. I don't see what's so cool about me.

I get referred to as cool on this blog sometimes. Like one person that said she wished she was as cool as I was when she was in high school. Well I'm not in high school anymore, but I'm not sure I was too cool then. Or now, for that matter.

And what's stranger is that the majority of people that think I'm cool don't even read this blog. The Disco has been kept abso hidden from my family, friends, and odd acquaintances for reasons that are obvi. They still find what I have to say, what I do, how I think...awesome cool. My roommates told me I was really cool. I told them bashfully, "Oh, I'm really not very interesting, I promise."

Perhaps it is because I play the drums. Maybe because I was in a riot grrrl band named after an obscure Great Gatsby reference. Or since I used to work at a radio station. Perhaps it is because I still wear my caps backwards, do the "Peace Up, A-Town Down" sign to dudes I know. Or because I can handle my alcohol, keep it real before it goes wrong, beat my boyfriend at wrestling, watch every television show and still recall individual details from respective seasons, or because I once sewed my own skirt and then wore it to school. Maybe it's because I still collect vinyl, own Anime movies, maintain the belief that plaid and stripes don't have to match, they just have to "go", can quote lines from Clueless, The Godfather, Breakfast at Tiffany's, and The Way We Were. Or due to the fact that I collect the same kinds of earrings in every color, re-use Tic Tac boxes for pencil lead and chocolate boxes for accessories, collaged my lighter, hang my necklaces on nails in the wall, can make fried apples (decently), have a laugh like a black Fran Drescher, and can totally talk like Lois in Family Guy.

But none of this equals cool to me. It's just me, being normal boring me. Cool to me is like chicks who can just get out there and do shit, awesome shit, without giving a shit. See how many times I said shit? A chick's radness is directly proportional to how many times you can say shit to describe what she does. A badass, cool chick to me, is like Stephanie Luke AKA Rusty Coathanger (she's the one with black sunglass btw), from the awesome sauce ATL band the Coathangers. Or Karen O. Or the Missbehave girls. Or Jemina Pearl from Be Your Own Pet (RIP), or Suzi Quatro. Women that can go down in the history books as being cool as shit.

So I can't be that cool. Plus in the future kids won't read textbooks, so it's pointless.

Deuces,
Erika

What Is Los Angeles Spanish For Again? The Angles?

I'm here, I'm fierce, and I'm not going anywhere! Well, except downstairs to get some El Pollo Loco. Yum...chicken and lemonade...

So things are pretty cool here. Last night I hung around Hollywood for awhile. I pretty much plan to befriend all Hollywood inhabitants because they have access to the good drugs and a lot of money. That's something I could really get behind.

My apartment isn't anything special...just two bedrooms, a living room. kitchen, balcony (for when midterm exams come and I really need to end it all fast), the usual. Weird that my roommate isn't here yet. Actually, I've been the only person here since 9 am. It's kinda cool/eerie. I still have to buy a TV so I don't become a complete hermit. But yeah, everything's pretty chillza here.

School is a different story. There is a mad frenzy at the bookstore because not only can you register to vote there today, the cast of Greek is filming...and I guess talking to devoted, slobbering girl fans as well. I don't know. I haven't gone. I don't even watch Greek, and if I did, I doubt I'd want to meet the cast. Unless I could run down there and jump in a scene or something...maybe flash some deuces and shout a "holla!" really quick? Or throw on my "I Want To Be Sarah Morrison When I Grow Up Shirt"? Either options.

That's pretty much it, I guess. Hey V, will you go ahead and email me when you read this? Grazie. And pictures will be up soon...when I have time to take a deep breath, and I don't feel so lethargic. Can anyone else believe I just drove four fucking days to be here?! Straight up ridic.

Oh yeah, and the post picture is the note I left for my roomie. I had to go drop my mom off and I wasn't sure whether or not she would be in when I came back, so I courteously left a note. I mean, I'm so sweet, right?

Deuces,
Erika

Samantha Brown Is Awesome!

When Samantha Brown's Passport to Europe first came out, I was in love with it. But I was like, Sam Brown, meh. She was really nice but I didn't think she'd be too much fun to hang out with if I ever traveled with her.

Boy was I wrong! On her new show, Samantha Brown's Passport to Great Weekends, Sam Brown goes to different parts of the states for a weekend and does awesome shit! For the Vegas episode, she went to see the Pussycat Dolls, shopped, drank, made sleazy comments at restaurant waiters, bought Manolo's, and guest bartended at the Double Down! Bitch is getting cooler by the second! I want to hang out with her all the time! Some great Samantha Brown-isms after the nonexistent jump:

"So when's the last time you saw Anthony Bourdain spin his ass in a champagne glass?"

"TV doesn't pay shit anymore so I'm here!" (said when she was bartending at the Double Down)

Here's a clip of the badassery!


This woman is all that and a bag of Chips! Ahoy! Sam, girl, hit me up when you're in LA so we can hang! Pls!

Deuces,
Erika

Current Life Stats And A Burning Quesh

Ugh. Today I had five cavities filled. Then I fell asleep three times watching The Bad Seed with my bf. I woke up early enough to watch all three airings of Maury today. I made an attempt to pick out a really cute outfit to wear, but couldn't find a thing since I haven't washed my clothes for about 2 weeks. They prolly won't get washed till I run out of undies.

My pal Chris is celebrating his 21st birthday this Thursday! We're all supposed to do some crazy midnight bowling! I'm super excited. My bf and I are making him a cake as our present. Now I need some ideas for a fly cake. It has to be good since we're not bothering to buy Chris something cool like a new Halo game or speakers for his motorcycle.

All this talk about cake made me think about the coolest cakes I've ever seen. But any ideas are welcome! My bf's an amateur chef so he can make just about anything!

The Kid Sister cake. We all remember this one. I want a cake done up with my fingernails matching!

The Tom Selleck cake. I just realized it says "Hairy Birthday." Even though everyone believes the chest hair to be a million different things (like larva and worms), it's just choco sprinkles, k?

The Master Shake cake. Whoa. I luh Aqua Teen Hunger Force, so this cake was like heaven to look at, prolly amazing to eat.

The Mario cake. I love Mario (espesh the original version on Super Nintendo since that's all I have!) and I thought this one was adorable! If I was turning twelve next year, I would request this cake in a heartbeat.

So does anyone have any amazing ideas? For the people who have already turned 21, what kind of cake did you have/would you recommend? That's why I love The Disco! It's like a way less confusing and time consuming Ask Jeeves!!!!

Deuces,
Erika

If The Shoe Fits, It's Too Expensive

"But I rationalized that my new shoes shouldn't be punished just because I can't budget."
---Carrie, Sex and the City

Soooo everyone knows I'm an earring fiend. I luh 'em. They complete my outfits perfectly and never want to fondle my chest like necklaces do when they slip down my dresses. I also love headbands because they are super cute and retro chic. Espesh this completely Zelda Fitzgerald-esque headband I bought at For Love 21:

In addition to headbands and earrings, girrrlllll I luh me some shoes. When I see the right pair, I go "fierce!" and I have to try them on. I even spent $54 on a pair of black and white patent leather Steve Madden heels when I only had about $80 in the bank. I'm not exactly a sneakerhead but boy I can apreesh a good pair of kicks. Oh! Like this one pair of Cre8tive Recreation kicks that I saw this girl rocking one time...and of course, all the Harajuku Lovers sneaks are too cute. And I've always been a Converse over Vans girl.

With all that said, I am an always and forever lover of heels. Not only because they are the only shoe left that only women can wear, but because they are so sexy and womanly. Tell me you don't feel like a goddess in the right heels...you can't! I'm not a fan of Miu Miu and Marc Jacobs heels because they're more art pieces than wearable pumps, but Lord have I been feeling the fuck out of Karl's latest incarnations. But gawd, I love them all...the kitten heels, the fuck me heels, the sophisticated heels, the wedges, and espesh the stillettos. (You know Crime Mob rocks them in the club!!!) So I present to you guys my current heel inspo!! Feel more than free to add your own shoe lovin' testimonies and/or fave brand of the moment!!!!These are from Guess. Isn't the color yummy???These are actually from Forever 21, but I love the 20's art deco style!
These are Naught Monkey. I would wear these with a button down and leggings! See why I should become a fashion stylist?!
These babies are Isaac Mizrahi and easily the cutest, most sophisticated, retro heels I've seen in awhile. I wish they sold these at Target...
I've seen a few better pairs, but at the moment these Yves Saint Laurent stilettos win "Best Fuck Me Heels." Even though I find myself losing my balance just imagining walking in them, I want them sooo bad! Anyone have $660 so I can buy a pair?

Deuces,
Erika

Lifetime Honors Ma

In honor of Estelle Getty's timeless performance as Ma on Golden Girls, and her recent untimely passing, Lifetime is presenting a marathon of our favorite show, Golden Girls, beginning at noon today and ending at 5 pm. Don't sleep on it! Even though Ma is beyond awesome awesome, I love watching Rose...because I can relate to her so well!

Golden Girls marathon
12 pm - 5 pm
Lifetime

Thank you for being a friend!

Deuces,
Erika

OMG OMG OMG

So I got my mail today and what did I find in the box...?

The Missbehave x Nails Did collab shirt!

If you don't remember, Missbehave was giving these babies out for free, with just one string attached: send them a mixtape.

Well I did, and mine was weekend themed so it had "Ignition" by R. Kelly, "Friday I'm In Love" by the Cure, "Friday Night" by Lily Allen, and even a Flight of the Conchords song. So it was pretty much bangin'. Did you guys send one in?

Anyway, I tore open the package and put my shirt on right then and there. Oh Christ...this thing is super comfy and long enough for me to just wear with some leggings...it's perfect. I'm so happy!

Did anyone else get one?

Deuces,
Erika

This Is Actually How My Current Relationship Is Panning Out

If you love online comics as much as I do (duh, free hilarity during a stressful workday, who wouldn't love that?) then I recommend checking out XKCD Comics. They're not as well known as Kate Beaton, Toothpaste For Dinner, or Married To The Sea, but if you have a slightly sarcastic, slightly dark, slightly nerdy side, XKCD is perfect! More comics after the nonexistent jump!

Yay for office boredom and online comics!

Deuces,
Erika

Diplo Tomorrow!! Punch Punch!!!

Normally I like to post show flyers and reminders the day of, for no real reason, just to let people who suffer with me in Atlanta to know there's something else they can do that night instead of putzing around in the Virginia-Highlands and getting drunk off PBR (though both have their merits). But this time, I gotta let the ATLiens know in advance what's going down tomorrow.

Diplo is coming! Dark Meat is supporting! NOOT D'FUCKINGNOOT is opening! That's right! Chunklet is back again, presenting us unworthy Atlantans with another show of spectacular proportions! If the idea of going bananas to the sounds of Diplo isn't enough to whoo you into coming, please let Noot D'Noot be it. The funkiest sounding band in Atlanta, Noot is fuhreaking amazing. I've seen them twice already and every time is a new, badass experience. Seriously. Srsly. Punch. Punch.

Come out to the Whirlyball tomorrow, get drunk on High Life, and then dance all night! Oh! And look out for me! I'll be wearing something bright and/or flashy. If you see a medium height black girl with a short bob and emerald eyeliner, or hear a sort of loud voice and/or weird laugh, you've found me! Say hai!

Tix can only be bought at Criminal Records and picked up in person. No orders, no exceptions.
$10 in advance/$12 DOS
Doors open at 9 pm
Show starts at 10 pm
18+

Punch punch! Holla!

Deuces,
Erika

Guest Blogger Punch Punch!

So I've maintained this blog pretty much Hans Solo since it's conception. I don't even know why I made it, actually. Fun trivia factoid: I used to run a blog on the (RIP) 99x AVRoom, and I got it just so I could enter this contest to be Dekker's intern! (Ed. Note: only people who have lived in ATL for at least three years will have found that amusing)

Anyway, this place needs some fresh meat. And by fresh meat, I mean fresh ideas. And by fresh ideas, I mean something other than the weird, random ish I write. So I figured, how better to do that than to get someone to guest blog over here!

It's nothing as cool as Missbehave's Next Top Blogger (which I won, btw), but it will get you some mild infamy, a few new readers, and a chance to spice up your life! Vaya! If you're guest blogging, it'll only prolly be for about a week, but you have to put up at least one new post a day, and you can put the link to your own blog at the bottom of each post if you wanna, which I encourage, 'cos it's free press and I LOVES me some free press. Keep in mind that the posts can't be as retarded or random as what I write, i.e. they should be semi-deep or just talk about your day..etc. I put enough strange bullshit on this thing as it is, girl. Oh, and you should also be really profesh about this, since I will be giving you my password and username to login to my blog. So you can't just be looking through my personal ish and/or giving my password away to random homies.

I am thinking this will go down Lesley Arfin style...hopefully? LA X Missbehave was/is pretty successful. I hope this is too. Anyone (by anyone, I mean whoever reads this blog avidly) who's like, maybe interested should take two secs out of their day and email me at emp62790@yahoo.com with GUEST BLOGGER in the subject line. Please! Thank you! I'm taking emails all of today, until 12:01 am, and then I'll just email the new blogger back after that!

Ohmahgawd, this'll be like, so much fun! Slumber party! Mani/pedis! Pillow fights! Light as a feather stiff as a board! Ouiji! Dishing about boys! Other girly things! Can't wait!

Deuces,
Erika

Punch punch!

Savage Sunshine

(This is actually the pic that comes up when you type in "savage sunshine." Go figure!)

Well she finally did it! My NY homegirl Valentina has finally made a blog of her own. While her stint as professional commenter was much appreesh, I'm thrilled to be able to see what she has to say about things she finds important! She's currently got one post now, about the people who want to kill her, but it's funny, not scary/threatening/sort of creepy.

I advise everyone to check it out, leave soooo many comments that V's inbox can't even handle it, and then be super nice to her if you ever see her on the streets in NY. She's got pretty hair (and doesn't even have to brush it!) and might be listening to some random/shitty/good music. Oh and her style is like "Blair Waldorf on acid" (her words, not mine), so she'll be pretty hard to miss. I assume V will be the girl in the neon sweater, the plaid miniskirt, fluorescent tights, and sensible flats.

You can read all about her crazy life and her plans for an upcoming photo series here. I'm so happy for you V! Welcome to the Peach Pit!

Deuces,
Erika

Summer Albums

I don't actually have an iPod, I have a Zune, but this picture will work anyway.

Well, it's definitely summer. Hot temps, rainy days, girls with bikinis as tops (just as long as they follow the fashion rule), babies left in cars...yep, all the telltale signs that summer is in full swing. And it seems like everyone is talking about good summer music these days.

This made me start thinking about my own summer music. I'm one of those people that compartmentalizes things for specific reasons. Like, I have a set group of CDs that are "Winter Music" (The Shins, Sea Wolf, Blonde Redhead, Camera Obscura, etc...), a group for Fall (Death Cab for Cutie, Arctic Monkeys, Malajube, Feist...etc). My "Spring Music" category is pretty ambiguous since there isn't really a Spring in ATL: just winter for like ever then BAM! it's really hot.

So I recently pulled out my good old summer standbys and will be putting them on rotation in my car very soon. My 10 classic summer albums are:

1. Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Show Your Bones
(From "Gold Lion" to "Turn Into"," this whole album is delicate and shimmery and light and perfect for summer. I used to play this album with all my windows down, just loving the music and the warm breeze)

2. Dr. Dog: We All Belong
(We All Belong is a straight up epic album and perfect for a nighttime BBQ. Put this record on, pour a pitcher of PBR, and just enjoy the night)

3. Cake: Comfort Eagle

4. The Grates: Gravity Won't Get You High

5. Black Lips: Good Bad Not Evil
(just classic summer garage rock, this album is my go-to summer album even though it was released in September. It's like crusty, sandy, beach rock.)

6. CSS: CSS

7. Love of Diagrams: Mosaic
(there is one line in The Valley Of The Dolls where Neely is in her room, "tossing and turning in a barbiturate haze." That line always stuck with me and I feel like this album captures that feeling, because it feels really hot and dark)

8. The Go! Team: Proof Of Youth
(the Go! Team always makes summer music, but it's classic, like summer on the stoop in 1978)

9. Wolfmother: Wolfmother

10. New Young Pony Club: Fantastic Playroom

Well, what are your favorite ten albums? They don't have to be from a particular year or anything, just the albums you always find yourself listening to in the summer. Post up your personal faves in the comments section so I can read them and heckle/praise your taste in music!

Deuces,
Erika

Katt Williams!!!

Last night I had the pleasure of watching Katt Williams in his American Hustle movie in the Secret Stash on Comedy Central. (I know that's terrible sentence structure, but as long as this guy isn't reading, I think it'll be cool)

If you didn't know, Secret Stash is like the time when Comedy Central plays a movie or some stand-up special uncensored and uncut. It's prolly the only time I really watch stand-up on CC 'cos I hate all the bleeps they have to throw in on primetime public TV. The best Secret Stash-es have been Comedians of Comedy: Live At The Troubador, Jackass: The Movie, The Roast of Flavor Flav, and of course, Katt Williams American Hustle: The Movie.

Let me just say I love the fuck out of some Katt Williams. He's funny and true and sometimes offensive and dude's perm is on point. I usually refer to him as the Dane Cook for black people. See, white people love Dane Cook. They can't hide from it. Embrace it. Once I was in the living room at my bf's old house and I said, "Oh Dane Cook is on."

At that moment both of his roommates (both white) sprinted from the kitchen, where they were cooking dinner, and plopped down on the couch in front of the TV.

Same with Katt. You can just say, "Ohai Katt Williams is on now." and black people will not even finish using the bathroom, they'll just run out to see him.

Black people don't get Dane Cook. White people don't get Katt Williams. Truce.

This is ONE of my favorite parts of the movie. I can totally relate 'cos when I took my AP tests I listened to this song on the way to the testing center. Black people, you better love this.



Oh and then I stumbled upon this video where this kid pretty much embarrassing himself beyond belief. And thinking he's cool while doing it. It's sad, in a funny way.

Deuces,
Erika

4th Of July '08: The Aftermath

My final 4th of July stats:

Headache (but no hangover, suhweet)
Two scratches: one really long one going up the back of my thigh, one going down my shin
The dirtiest feet you've seen since slavery
A chipped mani
Awful pictures

The day starts off nice enough. We head out to Piedmont Park but every black person in the city of Atlanta has claimed a grill. It's like a fucking Johnson Family Reunion every you go. We manage to negotiate use of a grill from some Europeans. The burgers are really good, the shrimp is undercooked, and Chris has too many High Lifes.
Andrew's girlfriend is crazy and they really love wine. We all have too much wine.
Then Andrew and Co. ditch us to go makeout/feed the ducks and the rest of us play Frisbee. Occasionally (when I throw it), it wanders into the Europeans area. They seem mildly annoyed.

Afterwards, my bf, Chris, and I head out to The Ditches (this abandoned skate ramp), which requires we trek through a jungle-like path of vines and ant hills, jump a few Restricted Zone gates, and walk through sand. I do all of this in a minidress and flats, cos I am a rough and tumble chick. Before we get to The Ditches, we stop in the sandy part and take the time to explore it. It's actually an abandoned construction zone so we all lose our shoes and run around. Some Safety Dancing is done. Fun ensues. I feel like a ten year old all over again.

The Ditches smell like rotten water and shit. It is now a water runoff area. I have to pop a nasty squat, one way worse than any pissing outside a club. Oh well. Sometimes I am like one of the boys.

Then we head out to the Mattress Factory Lofts and watch the fireworks at Turner Fields and Six Flags. Everyone on the rooftop is crazy drunk. We meet back up with Andrew and his gf. They have more wine. Chris gets propositioned by a lady cop, whom I like to call The Vadge With A Badge. He tells her not tonight. Pictures are taken.Then we light some bottle rockets. After the fireworks, we all head our separate ways and that is that.

End of 4th of July.

Too bad everyone got really pissy with each other by the end of the night, 'cos I had a kinda good time.

Deuces,
Erika

4th Of July Fun In The...Rain?

So today is my 4th of July/2nd birthday bash in Piedmont Park. The awesomeness was lined up last night: BBQ, beer, frisbee, and fun. Except it might storm today. And tonight, while we're watching the fireworks from the rooftops. Grrrrrrrreat.

The guest list was pretty final (me, my bf, his old roommate, my gay bff) until about 3 pm yesterday, when my gay bff called and said a sudden trip to his grammy's for the 4th came up. Boo. Hiss. Lame. I called my bf and let him know and he said he would ask if anyone else wanted to come. I told him I didn't care if I knew them or not. The more, the merrier, right? Right?

He called me back later that night and said his friend Andrew and his girlfriend would come. I don't know either of them, although I did speak to Andrew once vicariously over the phone when he was at my bf's apartment. But then I thought about his gf.

I was super tempted to ask if his gf was pretty, or tall, or fat...but I was afraid of being chastised for sounding irrationally superficial. But girls know what I am talking about right? Like when you see another dude's gf you kind of want to look better than her. I mean, you are a representative of your bf, just like he reps you. Maybe it's just me, but I think chicks can dig that sentiment.

Anyway, so hopefully today goes super. And we don't get rained out. 'Cos, uh, my hair and water do not mix unless it is in a shower and Herbal Essences is involved.

Oh and shoutout to Jtalk who hooked all us Missbehavers up with a way to watch Secret Diary Of A Call Girl. I'm hooked! Thanks girl!

Happy 4th bitches!

Deuces,
Erika

Matt & Kim Tonight!!

Looking for something to do? Live in Atlanta? Current plans to watch reruns of Friends and have a pint of Cherry Garcia for dinner?

Well fuck that! Don't be a boring fatty magoo and join Matt & Kim and TheDeathSet for their super AWEsome, super special Colt45 and Vice show at the Drunken Unicorn!

Oh Snap!* will be there!

It's FREE! Gratis! Devoid of price!

Show starts at 9
21+
Complimentary Colt45

(except I will be there because I have those kinds of connections!)

*oh snap is the cobrasnake of atlanta. fin.

Deuces,
Erika

100th Post!!!

Actually, this picture was easier to find than you would think.

So this is it! My 100th blog post! I never ever thought I would get to 100, honestly. When I started this blog in May, my first post was about my mad contempt for that stupid rapper Tyga. And look how far I've come! I've made friends and gotten to know people, I've learned things and even made a few blog-enemies!

You might even say that I've arrived! Well, world, here I am! And I'm taking you by storm! I wanna say super sincere thank you's to Monique, Valentina, Storey Schifter, Jtalk, Lolita Hazed, ShannonElaine, Alex, Mz. Sullivan, and all the people on Missbehave who've ever said something nice about me, my blog, or what I write in it. Oh, and to anyone who ever took the time to email me when there were no comments. And I espesh wanna say jumbo popcorn sized thanks to Sarah Morrison for being so awesome and inadvertently giving me a million more readers! Hearts, girl, hearts!

Here's to another 100 posts! I'm winning out and I'm dropping bottles on you hoes! Don't stop believing!

Deuces,
Erika