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Say what you want about Britney Spears, but you have to be a good sport to run around Los Angeles in those getups with Ellen freaking out random people.

Via D-Listed.

...the creepiest thing ever?! Paintings/Photographs by Fumie Sasabuchi.

Jesus.

In other news, I bought a vintage tie clip this weekend that has a little doorknocker attached to a chain. I wanted to take a picture and include it in my blog, but sadly, my camera died. Go figure.

via Trendland.

Added twitter to the bar on the right. You don't know how excited that makes me.


I am also a part of Blog Catalog. Maybe I'll have 4 readers because of it instead of three? ;)

For a while, I had a Song of the Week post, and then I got lazy or something (who knows with me) and stopped. But I still yearn to share my love of music with you somehow. And so! This new category appears- Play Count Day. Every Monday, I shall detail to you what songs have been all up in my craw as of late.



This week's Play Count comes courtesy of Beyonce's latest album I am... Sasha Fierce.

I don't care how gay the title of the album sounds, it's really good and she'll probably take home 47 grammies. I tend to listen to songs on repeat a lot. Not just a lot. a. lot. I've been overly obsessed with the second track "Halo" on her album and the play count on my iPod is officially at 89. Yup- that's right. 89.

You may wonder how in the hell I could of listened to the song almost 100 times in 6 days. Let me give you a fair vision on how often I listen to music:

I wake up at 6:30AM to an iPod set alarm and take a shower with my battery powered speaker system (which I connect my ipod to) then travel to work listening to- you guessed it- my iPod. At work I listen to music most if not all of the 8 hours while I'm working and when I travel home I continue to listen.

When I get home I sometimes make dinner to music and that's usually where my music listening stops, around 6:30PM. Thats 12 hours 5 days a week. I dont know about you, but I seem to like music.

You have to admit getting letters personally addressed to me from the White House makes me cooler than you.