Peanut Butter Blues & Melancholy Jam

Ahem. Best album name everrrr.

Ain't got no credit card

Bang Tidy.

swagger

Too gross not to love it. Haters die deaths.

With the lights turned on

Too hawt.

Baby Boy, number one (and only)

Ginan'Juice

Too fly.

swag

when i grow up, i want swag

My God

Major Dr. Dre obsession has set off in the bitch's bedroom. Boom.

Rat.tat.tat

Chronic nostalgia.

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and trickz

Dirty boy flash back. Bitch cain't hang witt the streets.

Musiq

Oh, so I've totally missed Jools Holland's Later Live. Haven't you?

Horrors, being babes in general and not sounding as offensive as they did last time they played the show. Or last time I saw them live if I'm honest. Dear me, what is it about Farris that makes me melt into the toes of my Doc Martens? Sexy boii.

And then Ghost Poet played. I'd read about them a good month back and heard a sample or two, but never really paid much attention. What talent. I thought he was baby boy Dev of the terror that is Light Speed Champ, but he's far more charismatic and worthy of my time and critique. Love it.

Also, Lana Del Rey is crooning about on stage, drool worthy to say the least.

Enjoy...

Uhuh

Same goes for this one, what a doll.

Running for love and money

Mesmerizing, if totally absurd.

Noice

God, when will she stop being so gad-darned hawt?

Hero

I don't think it's possible for the likes of myself to tire of this. Gorgeous.

I wish I knew what to do with you

Sharon Van Etten projects and irridescent and totally hauntingly beautiful sound with her album Because I Was In Love, I fall asleep to it every night, and dream the most wonderful dreams about babies, meadows, love and poetry.
Get on that shit kids, she's a star.

Belong

Despite a fair amount of time's break from producing and publicizing their music, New York mess-heads, Bear Hands, have once again made some really under-rated, under-recognized tracks that I'm all of a sudden, wildly in love with.
The Old Maid and I met them a couple of years back, and were met with pizza and sly passes despite having boyfriends. Though this was hilarious, and the gig tremendously head-bangin', they have never been met with a great deal of positive criticism that I feel they deserve.
Come back to the UK babies, I miss you, and could totally hook you up with some ketamine this time...

What the Poet said to me, Part One

Welcome to the contents of my pockets.

Can't stick it

I've got so bad with the aches and the blues.
It's holding me back when I'm in the mood.
The successful part of me has died several times.
And still, I dance for you.

Trooper

Fourty-seven. Stunnin'.

Bleak

Waaaah

The (not-so) Loyal Minder is missing her dearly beloved Old Maid.
The Loyal Minder wishes that her one and only would come to Birmingham to light up her life and reek havoc about Digbeth and Snobs with her. It'd be a hilarious travesty, once again.


Big love.

Dear Me

What is it about bus stops?

I wanna be the whole world's girl.

So I'm actually addicted. She hasn't left my mind for weeks.

Positive Sentiment, Number One

Dear me. I sure do fall for a good poet, I do.

My Daddy in Nebraska, and Jesus Christ

 

Oh Gaga, honey. I'm never not going to adore you.

Negative Sentiment, Number One

I wish you the worst of the world, ten thousand times over.

I hate fatties

 Well baby, you've won me over.

Raise me up

Lana Del Ray, sexy pop's new squeeze, is bloody tremendous.

Post #6 - Daily Anecdote, Number One

So, when trekking onto campus with your housemate on a determined, and mainly enthusiastic, library raid, it is best to wear something Amish in style, but touch up with a bit of cleavage, Armani lipstick in hot death red, green velvet witch boots and cute-as-pie ankle socks.
It shocks the hell out of those chinese people who thought that we blondes had no imagination or integrity...

Amish sluts rock.