Friday, June 6, 2008

(snobby voice) Ultra-Lounge Darling, Ultra-Lounge

Hello Darlings, I'm here to tell you about Ultra-Louge (wow, I just sounded like a cheesy cd collection commercial). Although you've probably never heard of it, you must check it out. It take's you back to a time, a simpler time when a nice samba by the lagoon-shaped pool behind your flat-roofed, floor-to-ceiling windowed house was an everyday event. Especially Vol.9, track 16. The song is called So Nice, but it's real name is Samba De Verao, or, in translation, Summer Samba. Either way, the world of Ultra-Lounge defines me, and, if you don't like it, GO TO HELL! LIVE WITH IT BITCH! By the way, you might also want to check out, The Girl from Ipanema, by Astrud Gilberto. Ex-wife of Joao Gilberto, who's daughter with another woman thinks she can sing every sing ever done by Astrud just because she's her father's ex. See you in Ipanema one day!
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My Odd Obsession with Death, Hollywood, and my need to take over the world that I can't shake

Why do I like to wander cemetaries? Why do I love Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Gene Kelley, Princess Diana, Humphrey Bogart, Spencer Tracy, Katherine Hepburn, Aubrey Hepburn, and, suprisingly, Paris Hilton? Why can't I shake the yearning to take over the world and have the world population wait on me hand and foot, fanning me with enormous palm leaves, and buying me anything I desire. I don't know. Some people call me crazy, psychotic, pyro-maniacal, bi-polar, or insane, but its just me. Over time I'm going to reveal the method to my madness, but for today, all I'm going to reveal is this; My one true goal in life, if the world domination thing doesn't work out, is to be famous for nothing, and be treated like royalty. All I Want to be is, quoting one of the people I just talked about, Loved By You. Every single person alive. I want to be a house hold name. Just you watch, one day I'll be smiling from the center of the stage at Grauman's Chinese.