PrettyBaby

Did someone say... PHOTO SHOOT?

TPD, I'm sorry I ever doubted you!!!

They said they'd contact their manager and get back to me this week. *shrug* I guess I'll see if they really do...

Ugh. They were nice to me. Maybe it depends on who you get... ask for customer service.

One of the commenters there give phone numbers for Interscope:

:imbeingsarcasticbitch2:

Mine too

Does anybody remember the headbop dude? The one with headphones on, eyes closed? I think it may have been called (I miss it in my life)

:likehaihai: :couldabeenworse: :waitwut: :ifeelya: :sympathylaugh: :fairenough: :theyreallyloveme:

Please?!?

The AKA Yayo strikes me as the younger, hopeful version (though at the end, maybe she's starting to catch on), while the Paradise version is older-looking-back, knowing it didn't work out, but still longing. It makes me sad. That doesn't make it bad, but it does make me not want to listen to it as much. (The No Kung Fu version is her singing to producers like David Kahne, "Imma bring it." )

We get down every Christmas Eve Grindin' with Jimmy, Bill, K and Steve... Okay, I'll stop now.

Pale moonlight is a MUST.

Lana got me to try H&M, but I didn't like the quality or fit (and besides, my local store didn't have ANY Lana pics ). I must say, though, she helped sell me on the colors wine and burgundy this season.

Heart-Shaped Box - Lana Del Rey on my new and improved playlist for *cough cough*

Huh. I've been singing: Shot... what... gimme what you got You can ride my hot supersonic pot

On reflection, I've realized my rhetorical question sounds really douchey, as if I'm saying "My emotional addictions are better than everyone else's addictions" or something. I'm sorry. It's hard for each of us to let go of whatever's helping make us feel a little less despairing in life. Back to TPE... I don't know, it's like someone put eight scoops of the highest quality of vanilla ice cream in front of me (maybe with caramel drizzles on #8, and cinnamon sprinkles on #3) and said, "Have at it." UM, NO THANK YOU! Maybe one scoop at the end of a nice steak dinner, or a fabulous Indian buffet, or even in the middle, and it would stand out! Even eight different flavors of ice cream, all lined up, would seem deliciously decadent (but only one time). But eight servings of stand-out aural ice cream do not stand out! It's like listening to a legend of rock's later catalogue. Like Rush's Hold Your Fire. Or like what I imagine Springsteen's Tunnel of Love would be like (but I never checked it out because I've been down that road too many times before, thankyouverymuch.) I guess I understand the need to market albums in such a way that all the songs seem to go together. But it's a delicate balance between finding sister-songs and birthing octuplets. IMO. Nobody should listen to me, though, because I totally consider The White Stripes' Elephant to be an example of, if not sophomore slump, then at any rate slump that is inexplicably popular. I'm not giving up on TPE just yet, but all I know how to approach it right now is treat it as a separate release and tweak/supplement the playlist like mad. YES! This is the type of thing that would help tremendously.

If I don't like the way that she touches me, then she won't touch me no more. :/ On the other hand, she calls my name over and over, followed by a glorious "Ahhh........" in the FKP2 demo.

Guys, you're not going to believe this, but -- you might wanna sit down -- guess what? COLA IS ABOUT ORAL SEX!!!!!

That's so obvious, though... No, I'm kidding, you're probably right. And I confess to being led astray by the first round of guesses as to the lyrics...

"No, I do not like little girls. No, I do not like men who like little girls. No, I just... No. NO!" "Okay, maybe I like that you like to act like a.... NO!" (The trick is not to try and resolve the cognitive dissonance too quickly btw.)

For me, Cola is more like my Put Me in a Movie 2.0: eyeroll at first listen --> deletes it from iTunes --> puts it back --> "but no, seriously?" --> unchecks it in iTunes --> admits it's kinda pretty --> rechecks it in iTunes --> "but why did she have to go with THAT choice of words, exactly?" --> destined to break into my top 5 of that album (but wait, with TPE that's not saying as much...)

Bel Air:

Bask in the ear candy and reflect on my perpetual question, "who needs actual drugs when there is So. Much. Beauty?!?"