About last night

Yesterday, my famous parents threw a nice little fête involving sexing, cheating, drinking, and holidaying. As the night progressed, I noticed more and more people saying "Oh hello, Mary Queen of Scots". Yes, the name is not too ironic and I have been called it several times in my life (sometimes I pretend I'm royalty, on those long nights where the only good thing in my life are re-runs of South Park), but once the sixty-fifth person called me it, I questioned things. Well, it turned out Mum sent out invitations to have a 21st birthday for me. She had informed me that it was a holiday party that also acknowledged my triumphant return to the States. So it was a delightful surprise, despite being called Mary Queen of Scots and learning there was a fleet of invitations sent out starring yours truly. We also celebrated my parent's friends' birthdays, Addie and Dan. All in all, the party was excellent. Everyone knew I had fun with the extent of my shameless maneuvers and neglecting to keep my legs a bit more closed in public. A real way to have a 21st birthday is to be sure everyone around is in their 60s.

What America needs...

Sweden has it figured out.

Maybe if we had Taco Bell show the CO2 emissions on their menu, people would finally get taller and die in a happier state.

We're going to be friends one day.

Why is he absolutely stupendous?

Ma Tante

My aunt, Mary (I inherited her name), in Paris 1968. A Sorbonne student who was involved in the riots... Much better than The Dreamers, non?

Fuck yeah minable!

My kind of girls.

I'M OBSESSED

Sorry, but more Atlas Sound. I tried not to post this, but I couldn't resist. This song live is like nothing else.

Warpaint

"Billie Holiday"

Usually, I detest slow melodies...but this one has stabbed at my core.
Eerie

OH, and lets take a moment to remember the beautiful Marilyns of our world. Life is not the same without them. Sad.