I miss my freaky guest stars! Haha, that one guy was really awesome, he looked like some kind of cheesy 70s porn star, and he would bring in a guitar and jam out to Johnny Cash and he was so creepy. He would write me love notes in the computer lab. Eek. Oh, and Jay, he would argue with me on the show for two hours while he played the instrumentals to 80s power ballads on my acoustic. That stuff was jazzy. I miss the good 'ol days.

But it also sucked sometimes because I would have drunken jocks and idiots calling into the station all the time telling me I'm some kind of psychopath for playing Sonic Youth and Astrud Gilberto. What a bunch of frados! At least my show didn't have three hour marathon listenings of death metal like all the other shows. Well, you have to admit, Panxie really does give a kick ass show.

Anyway, Photo Shoot # 5 starts next week. I'm going mad trying to get everything together. I managed to score some deck vintage clothes from the thrift shop, and I've actually got a rack started. I just have to sit in front of my sewing machine all weeked getting them altered so they'll fit on the girls. I've never had more excited models since Anne and Kate. I'm still debating the location, though. I'm trying to aim for the old railroad building covered in grafitti, to maybe give its some edge. Or the Uni. I don't know. But I should.

I went to the diner this morning, but Dave wasn't there, which was depressing. I miss stalking him at his work. But I did get mauled by Kyle, so, whatever. And I got some of their coffee, which I have come to believe is the best crappy diner coffee I have ever drank.

Ack, and I found out Wes Anderson has a new movie out, The Darjeeling Limited, I'm freaking out, I have to see it, Jason Swartzman has undeniable sex appeal, and any Wes Anderson movie is amazing anyway. But come on...Jason Swartzman! I think I'm going to go rent it RIGHT NOW.

xoxo Lola