Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Get fucked, I like it.

These are the words of the utterly delightful, endlessly amusing, and really quite titchy AndyB. Andy is pure misanthropic awesomeness whose blog every cunt and motherfucker, and everyone in between, should spend some quality time perusing.
Here’s what I’m thinking: this is an excellent way of living, of being, of telling the world to go fuck itself, that you’ll live by your parameters and no one else’s and that, really, not only is it offensive to behave as though your way of being is the only reasonable way but it’s seriously fucking childish [the language owes much to reading Andy, and well, because I’m a foul mouthed bitch with very few pretensions about who she is and where she’s come from]. So you know what? Get fucked, I like it. I’ll give you a list if you like. I might give you a list anyway.

I like my rediscovered and totally crappy and o-my-god-is-it-ever-lame Degrassi. I like my boxed set of Star Wars [the original, don’t fuck with me]. Likewise my boxed set of Monkey – best couple of hundred of someone else’s bucks that I have ever spent – really no exceptions. I like Pulp. I fucking love Jarvis Cocker [please, may I have your babies? How about if I know ALL the words?] – this has been covered elsewhere, ad nauseum, so I’ll try and stop…ugh…so hard…Jarvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvve… On music I also love Belle and Sebastian – this would have been so much easier if I’d just filled in the profile, wouldn’t it? I love the sixties as a period, period. Especially musically. I like rock and roll from the fifties on, I like the history of it, I like the ‘fuck you’ attitude. I like that my ipod has everything on it from Dylan Thomas to The Clash to Edith Piaf to Wagner to a serious glut of Pulp to Arlo Guthrie to The Birthday Party to what-the-fuck-ever. This is why I bought the one with the humungous memory. I like movies that come in crappy trilogies and have teenaged or childish themes – Back to the Future, Pirates of the Caribbean, Star Wars [again, the oneth]. I like books that come in series and trilogies – not all of them, mind, but some. I like Douglas Adams, but then, everyone does these days. I like that Douglas Adams had such an effect on my young mind. I like that I scream and shout and act like a total cunt half the time and a total hermitic psycho freak the other. I like that I can mix it up and do it all at once. I like contradiction. I like my own contradiction. I like getting drunk. I like drugs. I like that I feel no shame about either of those. I like that my parents understand. I like that I can blame my own inadequacies and craziness on other people – when it suits me. I like that my dad who is he is, or what he is. I like Creedence Clearwater Revival. Get me some of that fucking bayou. I like that I don’t quite know what I’m typing. I like that I’ll shove this load of irritated and irritating shit on the internet. I like that I can be polite to people who are rude to me. I like that I can be so subtly sarcastic that you just aren’t sure if I’m being sincere or a bitch. I like that my personality is somehow threatening. I like that I sometimes dare to be myself completely. I like the Beatles [fuck off, Mark]. I like that I find the world endlessly amusing. I like that I need a wife. I like that The Lovely Lesbian Lawyer recently acquired one. I like that I have cards and presents for no less than four people sitting on my table waiting for me to get around to sending or giving them to their recipients. I like that the would be recipients love me and don’t give a shit about my hopelessness about getting around to things. I like that this will go out with barely any editing and I won’t care. I like that this is crap and a RANT. Yes, a RANT. I like that. I like that I mostly don’t feel the need to try that hard or compete with strangers. I like that I earn my own money. I like that I support myself entirely. I like that I can, and do, look after myself. I like that I don’t need anyone – it makes the wanting so much sweeter, you know? I like that my ipod just threw The Mamas and The Papas at me. I like that I never quite remember what I’ve read until I read a little of it. I like that my memory slips and slides and plays games with me. I like that I dream so vividly that I’m sometimes unsure if something was real or a dream. I like the fact that most of my real life people don’t know this heap of crap exists. I like the fact that this is my blog and it goes by my rules. I like that this post doesn’t mean that I’m back, fuckers, it just means that I’m pissed and I want to share it with the fucking world at small.

And for all dissent or any other crap anyone wants to throw at me this day or this week or this whenever I just have one thing to say. Get fucked, I like it – and I really don’t give a fucking damn if you don’t, arsehole.


11 comments:

nailpolishblues said...

So much bile, should I purge?

Ross said...

Hey, we have almost exactly the same taste in music. Maybe I should start listening to The Best of Pulp CD that I left in WA? I only have Disco 2000 on my Ipod.

P.S. I have been dealing with Mark's shit about The Beatles for years. Amen sister.

nailpolishblues said...

Disco 2000 - HORRORS! Get thee that cd, Ross, you'll soon be wanting Jarvis's babies as well.
Mark has no taste. I know this.
I don't know that my rant was terribly representitive of my taste in, well, anything. Oh well, anger and frustration do lead to the dark side after all...

dylab said...

um, i stumbled upon your journal by accident and i think we should get married. and listen to creedence. you inspire me to rant more

nailpolishblues said...

Well, that's about the only proposal I've ever received so I'll guess this beggar will just be forced to say, 'alright, then, yeah'.

lucy said...

I love the fact that I've found someone who wants Jarvis' babies as much as I do. Despite him looking like a creepy kiddy fiddler.

Also singing along to Disco 2000 is one of my favourite past times.

Indeed.

nailpolishblues said...

Oh I sing along, it's just that Pulp has a lot of much better songs.

mueja said...

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Mark said...

Aaaargh that was my second comment lost! Blogger is HARD to use if you depend on keyboard commands. And is that word verification still necessary?

Anyway, you people have long damn memories, but it's true anyway.

PS: trade your Belle and Sebastian for some Yo La Tengo.

lucy said...

Well then.

Andy B said...

I only just found this post. It's about me, and therefore, I approve in full.