listening to the cramps. fucking love them. i discovered them when i read Sinderlla's Big Score: Women in Punk a few summers ago, and they mentioned Poison Ivy. Sister is a badass. She really inspires me to pick up my guitar i got how many Christmases ago and learn to fucking play already. Lux Interior is one of my favorite singers, if not my favorite (rest his soul). Other favorites include VV of The Kills, Sharin Foo of The Raveonettes, Goldfrapp, Peaches, Neko Case, Poly Styrene of X-Ray Spex, Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips, and Wanda Jackson. But anyways, that's a whole different post altogether.

anyways. the cramps are the devil's music, in the sense they make me want to fuck and dance and drink and scream. go buck fucking wild. i like music like that...music that i can swing my hips to, music i can toke to, music that stirs within me lust and wildness.

it was a pretty Merry Christmas. Got some good clothes and some shoes. A really fancy curling iron, lots of candy, 30 rock season 2, jewelry, and money. I opened the presents from my boyfriend last week and he gave me some good books, sunglasses, and a bracelet. It felt really good to open these things because i knew how much he cared about me to pick out these things i would love. And he knew i would love them because he knows me, and that's a wonderful feeling. My BFF got me a big top cupcake bake set and an ed hardy air freshener, which doesn't so much as freshen the air as assualt it with withering sweetness. But i LOLed at it anyways.