Showing posts with label Alison Goldfrapp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alison Goldfrapp. Show all posts

Thursday, 22 July 2010

Cherry cherry boom boom

1. Lady Gaga says 'cherry cherry boom boom' in a lot of songs. I find this intriguing and kind of want to emulate it with a phrase I would find equally confusing if it weren't me singing it.
2. 'Starstruck' is one of my new favourite songs. I love the sprinkly synthy bits so much - they're so pretty <3
3. I have been fantasising a lot about getting a Gaga piano book and playing songs on my (suddenly working in my fantasies) keyboard at a Feline Groovy open mic sesh. So much?
4. I HAVE JUST FOUND OUT THAT ALISON GOLDFRAPP HAS A WOMAN PARTNER?!?! I mean, I just can't explain what that means to me. I love her. So. Much. And obviously this doesn't mean I'm "in with a chance" slash that's a really horrible way to think about people but I like to think it does. Guiltily.
5. It's been troubling me recently that I'm actually really sexist? Case in point: the other day Corin and I went to a computer cluster on campus and there was a fuck-off white van parked in the MIDDLE of the path outside the building we needed with its doors wide open so it was difficult to get through, and there were two men sat inside eating. After sidling past and getting to the cluster it became apparent that it was being refurbished and so totally wasn't open for Facebook-starved us, and as we left (and joined that day's graduation melee - GOD WHY DO THEY ALL DRESS THE SAME I NEVER WANT TO SEE A FLORAL DRESS AGAIN) I complained to Corin that a. the men had parked the car all up in our grill and b. they didn't bother telling us that the cluster was actually closed and were therefore rude, boorish and entitled scum. She asked me if I'd be saying that if they'd been women and I ashamedly looked at the floor. I mean, I relayed this to Dani just now (SHE CAME OVER IT WAS GREAT) and she was like, but, DIY women painters in vans = hawt, which I suppose is correct, but still, I am beginning to feel very guilty and heteromasculine. Which I do not want to be under any circumstances. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME slash how much of a problem is it? Am I exaggerating? I don't even know.