Last night, she said

Oh, baby I feel so down.

This post has nothing to do with The Strokes, except that my last name should be Casablancas.  Anyway, last NITE consisted of: None other than The Notorious B.I.G, astrology, birthstones, lots of eyeliner, passion tea lemonades, vanilla chais, personality tests with no results, a hippie headband, a pair of space shades from 1984, dinosaur drawings, some groovy unicorn/pegasus art which were probably created on acid, likes and loves, but no drugs, and a just a dash of 1962.

Sometimes the greatest times occur when nothing is planned, which is the primary reason spontaneity is my greatest virtue. Caitlin wished unicorns were real, and I had no idea people actually thought they saw them. I can believe the mermaid hallucinations just fine, though. You’re lonely, you’re on a boat (muthafucka), and have always had an affinity for sea-life bestiality. Of course, you’re going to see half fish, half sexy teenager in the sea! It is purely natural, and I am surprised the hallucinations have diminished at all since they began. (Tangent: Prince Eric is and always will be most dreamy prince in the Disney vault.)

 

CHECK THE WONDEROUS “MYTHICAL” CREATURES:

I have always been into the “mysitcal” but not the “fantasy”.  I found this magical website, Unicorn Lady, when Googling  “mysitcal unicorn”.

MAGESTIC.

I have decided that I am going to start giving daily doses of inspiration. Well, more like, when I post I shall give some truly uplifting inspiration, but call it daily because it sounds more generic. It shall be to help you see the light, to help rid you of your racism, fascism, communism, cynicism, baptism, lesbianism, symbolism, theism, canablism, and so on.

 

Daily inspiration for March 10, 2009 brought to you by Julie CASABLANCAS