We can't...the galaxies. We’re Danne - a junction of Daniel and Anne. We’ve been friends for a disputable amount of time. Daniel claims that we have been friends since high school. Anne alleges that we were not actually friends in high school, but rather, she just did Daniel’s make-up for our 2001 high school production of The Man Who Came To Dinner and that we met working as lifeguards during the summer of 2003. The reality is that it’s just been too long to pinpoint when the seed of friendship was conceived. This is our friendship blog.
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he's the black one
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hipster ariel
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haiku of appreciation
you gave me a ride
i am so very grateful
do not drink and drive
i would like to thank my friend Q, who inspired this haiku of appreciation. see his art here
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To avoid confusion.
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accidental doppleganger
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ATTN ANNE - RE: LAST NIGHT: also, could you schedule my meals around them as well? thx.
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GPOYW "Hollywood 2004" edition
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THIS IS REAL LIFE.
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Best Coast and Wavves was awesome!
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DON'T PRAY FOR RAIN
If you don't wanna get wet, Shelby.
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For a while now a war has been raging. A perhaps, senseless war that has a young girl caught in the rapid fire of hipsters and critics alike. This, my friends, is the war on Ke$ha. There has been little mystery over the past year who she is. Ke$ha is known for alluding to brushing her teeth with a bottle of Jack Daniels as well as waking up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy (which has its roots in the fact that she only likes to hang out with beautiful girls and the first person who came to mind was Diddy). She is also known for her candid "looks" and dive bar couture. In short, it's safe to say she has caused a stir.
However, let us not forget that the majority of pop-stars break out to do just that. Ke$ha came in behind the holy grail of Lady GaGa and was immediately compared to being her wannabe with her eye make up, party lyrics, and her synth sound. It wasn't too long before that line of thinking went by the wayside and she began to forge her own image, an image that most people disliked.
On that note, I will be honest and say that my first judgement was that she looked like John Travolta in a wet raw hide wig with a black eye. After hearing her first single "Tik Tok" I was further convinced that she was a man as her voice sounds like her gonads recently dropped. If that annoying song came on anywhere around me I would immediately scoff "Ughhh John Travolta" under my breath followed by an eye roll. From there on out I completely ignored her existence as I am not one to listen to top 40 radio or stay tuned to Mtv. It wasn't until two Friday nights ago that this changed.
On what had originally been referred to as a "let's get some coffee after work" evening with two co-workers, I found myself shit housed at the Pinhook in Durham in a crowd of karaoke spectators. As the karaoke unwound, they began to play dance music. One of the first songs they played happened to be Ke$ha. I had no idea what the song was, nor what she was saying, but that Muppet man voice of hers was clearly ringing in my head identifying itself even in a rock bottom moment of sobriety such as that one. As we unfortunately took more shots of Aristocrat vodka, the words began to arrive in the part of my brain where communication is processed. And there my friends is where I fell into a k-hole; the Ke$ha hole.
The following morning I was miraculously alive AND sans hangover. However, I did have this stuck in my head:
There,s a place downtown, Where the freaks all come around. It's a hole in the wall. It's a dirty free for all. And they turn me on, When they take it off, When they take it off, Everybody take it off.
I was pretty sure that I knew where I had heard it, but I Google'd it anyway and was indeed overcome the self-fulfilling prophecy that these lyrics were from a Ke$ha song. The harder I ignored it, the more it pounded in my head until finally I trotted on over to Youtube and played it. It felt good to be in that K-hole again. It was getting close to lunch time and I had to leave. How was I going to listen in the car? O hai, iTunes. That's right, I caved and bought the damn song.
In the last two weeks this song has become part of a long, unfortunate play list that has earned the name 'SKANK JAMZ'. But the more I listen to it, the more I realize how relevant it is to my life. I am such a fan of seedy, sketchy dive bars, glitter, and getting naked. I have come to accept that it's okay to like this song. After all, John Travolta is a staple in American history for his rolls in Grease and most recently the new rendition of Hairspray. I now know that I can most certainly live with myself if John Travolta can sing about and enjoy glitter, nudity, and raw hide wigs as much as I do.
-Daniel
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"i find low self-esteem incomprehensible. why hate yourself, when you can hate others?"
amy ashton, mirth maker
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