Roadtrip: Hollywood Havok

In the summer of 2007, Courtney and I ventured on a roadtrip to Hollywood. Much to our surprise, this trip served as the most bizarre and unforgettable experience that our 15 year friendship had thus far allotted to us. Two young blonde females on the streets of Hollywood. Deadbolt on our hotel door. (Possible parasitic infestation living in the shower?) A tour guide in desperate need of an emergency heart defibrillator, a cowboy named Rowland and his dog Bucky Dan, and a seedy theater "show" where social stratification had reached an all-time high are all we can clearly remember from our day/night/early morning in Hollywood. I could go into great detail of all of our "adventures" so-to-speak, but I'll leave you with the distant (yet bizarrly close to the Hollywood City Inn) sound of a gunshot. Only us, Courtney, only us. May our April 12th '08 round two be just as life-threatening, just as incoherent, and just as ironically hilarious as the last. Project Disneyland Dementia 2008- get ready for us. May all of our celtic fantasies come to life in the misty skies of the Peter Pan ride.
Unnervingly yours,
Jackie.

Musicianship

As Courtney and I have on several occassions discussed, there is no such thing as a degenerate musician, for they always have something "going" for them. Beyond this fact, I plan on delving into what makes them appear this way to the women who pursue this type of man. Music does several things for people; namely, it makes people feel different then they felt prior to tuning in, as is its' intention ( would record companies fiscally dominate otherwise?) Whether it be love , aggravation, fear, spite, or any other commonality that the listener connects with the music/musician, it affects them internally. As egotistical beings, it's always about US, reflecting why music does for us what it does. This being said, I have to conclude that the reason women love musicians is not for their lyrical abilities nor for their musical talents. It is also not for their looks or for their love for humanity and deep connections that they "make" with people. It is not for their mathematical skills that innately come with their tuned ear, and it is certainly not for their skanktitude status as sought-after males. The reason that women love musicians is because women are selfish beings who seek personal satisfaction- and will use whatever means they can in order to gain such satisfaction. As a woman, I can attest to this only because I, too, love music for what it does for me. as a person. as an egotistical being. as everyone else unfortunately.
Harmoniously yours,
Jackie

A brilliant man

Through writing “The Grand Inquisitor” and “The Brothers Karamazov”, Dostoevsky uncovered profound psychological insights that seem unfathomable to most. Dostoevsky introduced developments in thought such as existentialism and psychoanalysis, in which soon overcame the twentieth century. This writer’s somewhat troubled childhood allowed him to portray deep sympathy with those who are emotionally and spiritually oppressed and embody the traditional Christian conflict between the body and spirit. You can see many of Dostoevsky’s personality traits shine through his infamous characters which helps you appreciate his philosophy better. The man was clearly a genius.

'Til next time,
C

college

college: A magical place where it is rumored that learning takes place, although to those who enter it is often described differently afterward, as a beatiful land in which beer flows in amber currents next to a golden pasture, where virgins lie naked with gentle smiles upon their calm, inviting faces; but more precisely, a Shangri-La rite of passage into adulthood which involves rampant consumption of alcoholic beverages, flagrant and promiscuous sexual behavior, and a general and fundamental disregard for any form of responsibility by its habitants.
sleeplessly yours,
courtney

Dating

dating: most like an extensive concept map- several connotations linked and networked to a single term. It all begins in the infestated halls of high school, with young lovers breeding new STDs with every Smearnoff-induced conventional hook-up. The PDA begins shortly thereafter- "public displays of affection?" I'd vow rather for "inappropriate breech of ettiquette." Kids, keep your wraunchy, rank, reproductively-inspired desires for your black and white speckled composition notebooks that condensate with your forbidden ecstasy. Dating is child's play, and those individuals who dedicate themselves to bigger concerns than waking up at 9 a.m. to work a six hour shift at Subway do not/ will not conform to winning at a losing game.
Sincerely NOT masochistically yours,
Jackie