[sugarfish] this nothin but 90s makes me want to bust out the winmx
[sugarfish] i'm all "oh! i loved this song!"
[carpboy] ahahah i know
[sugarfish] "oh! i have this on a mixtape someone made me"
[carpboy] i heard jesus jones on the radio the other day and i was like "peachy"
[carpboy] oo i bet
[carpboy] matthew sweet
[carpboy] will pop up
[sugarfish] "oh! one time i listened to this song over and over when i was in the deepest pits of despair! i'll change the station now"
[carpboy] ahahahhahaha
[sugarfish] ehehe
[sugarfish] despair is always funny

just in case anyone ever thought "hey, elizabitch might be kinda cool," here's a list of thinks i am a complete and total nerd about. enjoy.

spelling bees
geography bees
national geographic magazine
cameron crowe movies
textbooks from the fifties
mental hygiene films
reader's digest
feng shui
freddie prinze, jr (for god's sake)
psychic john edward
my fanatical theory that everyone should go to a therapist because it's an hour every week you get to talk about yourself
my nintendo emulator
doa 2: hardcore
jenny crusie novels
funny sex how-to books
my teeth
my high school's basketball team
so, there you go. i am a big ol' nerd. just in case any of you ever wondered.

kaapusan: fuck las vegs
liz_butler2000: and i won
kaapusan: vegas
liz_butler2000: fuck you
liz_butler2000: vegas rules
liz_butler2000: ehehe
kaapusan: go to las carpboy
liz_butler2000: ahahaha
liz_butler2000: do you have blackjack!
kaapusan: i'll take you to good ol' INDIAN CASINO
liz_butler2000: i will bring my simpsons playing cards
liz_butler2000: dude
kaapusan: you'll be back with your peoples
liz_butler2000: if i wanted to go to the indian casino i'd drive seven miles south on i-25
liz_butler2000: yes, my peoples
liz_butler2000: ehehe
kaapusan: yeah but you wouldn't be able to go with ME
liz_butler2000: but it's different because they use a six-deck shoe
kaapusan: and get drunk
liz_butler2000: true
liz_butler2000: you fucker, if you'd have called me WHEN YOU CAME TO TOWN we could have gone to the indian casino
kaapusan: simpsons playing cards rocks
liz_butler2000: and then
liz_butler2000: we'd be ghetto, and drink in the parking lot
kaapusan: we played simpsons UNO
liz_butler2000: it's cheaper that way
liz_butler2000: ahah
liz_butler2000: uno
liz_butler2000: sucka
kaapusan: UNO IS ROXORS
liz_butler2000: whoa there cowboy
liz_butler2000: ehehe
liz_butler2000: i like it too

[moz] hey, you're dial404.unm.edu!
[moz] you're 404!
[liz] ehehe
[liz] i'm not found!
[liz] ok, we're officially geeks
[moz] hehehehe

i really wasn't. heh.

more lyrics? okay!

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me

And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me

Anna's ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees

Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
And now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all

in the aeroplane over the sea, neutral milk hotel.

wait! i thought of a strokes song i like: the strokes vs. christina aguilera.

and i'm thinking about changing the name of this blog to pretentious little pixel bully. how's that sound?

so, apparently i can take writing classes OVER THE INTERNET with second city. seriously, be still my fuckin' heart. and it's only $225.

i'm freaking out here. this is so rad.

lopped six inches off my hair today. of course, it came out uneven, so i have to wait for marion berry pie to get home and fix it.

and then! i talked to connie cobb on the phone for like, an hour and a half. she's having a party.

"i'm sorry i haven't called lately... i've been going through one of my phases," i said. she understands.

then we talked about weddings. it was fun.

i miss her.

more wisdom from the little prince:

"The men where you live," said the little prince, "raise five thousand roses in the same garden -- and they do not find what they are looking for."

"They do not find it," I replied.

"And yet what they are looking for could be found in one single rose, or in a little water."

"Yes, that is true," I said.

And the little prince added:

"But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart..."

fucking imdb. there is no other website that can suck my time like this one. not even mefi.

"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret. a very simple secret. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.


It's something that i try to always remember, too. I do better than I used to.

more lyrics.

Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep

He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap

And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep

pale september, fiona apple.

i had some stuff written here, but it wasn't important. it's just important that i love this song, and at one point it meant a lot to me. that's all, and for once that's enough.

moz rules. hehe.

[moz] the crazy people write on the walls in crazy bathrooms: "ALBUQUERQUE IS THE PLACE TO BE"

so, we're doing song lyrics, eh? okay.

time takes care of the wound
or so i can believe
you had so much to give
i thought i couldn't see

gifts for bootheels to crush
promises, deceit
i had to send it away
to bring us back again

your eyes and body brighten
silent waters deep
your precious daughter in the
other room asleep

a kiss goodnight from every
stranger that i meet
i had to send it away
to bring us back again

morning theft
unpretender left,
ungraceful...

true self is what
brought you here to me
a place where we can
set this love free

friendship battered down by
useless history
an exam in failure

but what am i still to you
some thief who stole from you
or some fool drama queen
whose chances were few?

love brings us to who we need
a place where we can save
a heart that beats
as both siphon and reservoir

you're a woman, i'm a calf
you're a window, i'm a knife
we come together
making chance into starlight

meet me tomorrow night
or any day you want
i have no more right to wonder
just how or when

and though the meaning fits
there's no relief in this
i miss my beautiful friend

i had to send it away
to bring her back again

-morning theft, jeff buckley

well, ok. i think the only people who played were pete and matt, and they both guessed it. i have never been married!

today marion berry pie and i played a rousing game of "who can kick higher." when i insisted that i won, things came to blows.

ps, i guess i should explain the 2 truths: my roommate's friend had been partying with the st lunatics when they came to town. she decided it was time to go home and called my house with the rapper's phone. we got the call about three months later. and once i won 3rd place in the weekly alibi's paper free writing contest. the weekly alibi is the alt-paper here, and it has a circulation of about 110,000.

yoink!

time to play a little game of two truths and one lie.

can you spot the fib?

1. a famous rapper's wife once called my house and demanded to know why my number was on her husband's cell phone bill. then she threatened to kick my roommate's ass.

2. the worst decision i ever made was to get married during my sophomore year in college. after three days, my ex and i realized we'd made a really idiotic decision, and got the damn thing annulled. we don't talk anymore.

3. i'm an award winning poet. my work was featured in a publication with a circulation of about 110,000.

WHICH IS IT??

hehe.

we had to put kaibutsu-chan to sleep yesterday.

:(

he had feline leukemia (and YES i got him his shots; i think he got it before i got him)

he was a good baby.

you know, sometimes the universe just kicks you in the head. and, for once, i'm listening.

i've been kind of itching to get back into writing lately.

that's all i'll say, i think. except that i think that half of my archives are gone, and i really couldn't care less. i didn't say anything important, anyway.

things to be thankful for today (stolen blatantly from tv's wil wheaton, i think)

1. cat eating on his own accord yesterday
2. corona on sale (also, schnapps)
3. the CRUSH
4. new simpsons, even if it was kinda crappy
5. sister living with me (and us getting along)
6. finding a yahoo group for one of my favorite authors (that she participates in)
7. school's done, biznitch

boo, Verisign . boo.

google bomb, anyone?

ha ha ha! who missed me! say, did anyone think i was dead?

so now i have a roommate. that roommate being my sister, who was evicted when HER roommate didn't pay the rent for three months. (sample quote: "listen, you crazy tweek-addicted fool! not paying your half doesn't mean the rent's half paid, it means we're a month and a half behind!") well, i mean, she didn't say that. but that's exactly what happened. on monday afternoon, just as she was leaving for work, her landlady called said that the sherriff was a-comin with his guns and his posse to bodily remove them from the house on tuesday morning. so after work, tie guy (sister's uh, friend...) and marion berry pie (sister) moved her shiznit to my house in three! short! hours! it was awesome.

so now my rent's slashed, slashed i say, by half (i'm down with the word HALF today) and the cat's sick. he was sick before she moved in, though. anyone know how to make a mean little motherfucker eat? i would be so, so said if he died.

time to go watch my feng shui video so i can take it back to the new age bookstore where we rented it and make eyes at the cute boy who works behind the counter. wait, it's after five. well, goddamn. i'll make eyes tomorrow.