seriously, effin so hot. hot, hot.
i wouldn't have given you it if i didn't agree
the reason why anthony fedorov will never be voted off "american idol" is cause he appeals to this weird demographic, 8 to 12 year old girls. to these girls, anthony is anybody but threatening; they see themselves out for a ride on a unicorn while anthony gentlely sings "when a man loves a woman" (which they call their favorite michael bolton song) into their ear and maybe picking some flowers after a lovely tea party. you know a guy like those grunge revivalists/second comings of scott stapp just scare young girls; they want an idol who makes them feel like a pretty, pretty princess or at least play a game of pretty, pretty princess with 'em.
i dunno if you caught last night's episode of "i want a famous face" with crystal and her attempt to look britney spears, so she could get more confidence and finally pursuing that impossible dream of becoming a stripper in orange county. so we see crystal checking out a strip club and of course, it's not one in her own town, but it's one in my town (there are two strip clubs in my town and basically, they're right down the street from each other, conviently located near the 5 freeway and if you want to be super picky, on certain thursdays, there's a third strip club in town called club glam). unfornately, your humble narrator has been to this particular strip club and i really identified with crystal as she was crying in her jeep while debating whether or not to be apart of amateur night. dudes, she made the right move because that place is so sketchy and creepy, and frankly, the women aren't too friendly to nerdy guys who want to talk about q & not u and the works of pablo neutra (if you're a close friend, then you know who i'm talking about). i mean, we're trying to strike up a conversation and we want to know if the girl we're thinking of getting a lapdance from is into cool stuff. you know, i can't be in a situation where the girl is grindin' against and the dj starts to play afi all of a sudden and she shouts to me, while in the process of getting body glitter over the jeans, "oh my god, i love this song. afi is like my favorite band, ever." i'm already tension enough as is.
sometimes, we at skeet on mischa, get a bit caught up in our own stories like how ann coulter gets caught with the blow when she's partying with rahad jackson and playing baseball. so, we forget our journalstic pratices and responbilities sometimes in the pursuit of fair and balance reporting. in yesterday's entry entitled, "demolition," we attacked the band, the adored as potentially being a reason as to why people may miss out on lcd soundsystem's show. well, folks, we were wrong about that, after briefly speaking with members of the adored, we've learned that the band we should've been accusing is the colour. so basically replace all the times where we mentioned the adored and replace it with the colour. (only cause the colour is the headliners)
while the most recent handsome boy modeling school album wasn't that hot with exception to a couple of tunes, like "i've been thinking" with cat power on vocals. pardon me, while i sound slightly stupid for a moment, but that song is the perfect ringtone for late booty calls. that song has that mid 90s downtempo, trip hop vibe to it and to hear coming from your phone, like around 1 in the morning, while brushing your teeths.
frankly, you may want to print this one out or at least, hope that you have a wireless connection because this is sort of a bathroom read.
is sir mix alot now coming up with the challenges on the fisaco known as the inferno 2? dude, jamie chung was putting 'em on the glass. i just knew there had to be a reason why class got out early and i went against picking up some dinner. although, to the editors of road rules/real world challenge, instead of just playing mike jones as the commercial bumpers, why not play him while jamie chung was putting 'em on the glass instead of some vocoder pop. i like vocoder stuff and all, i mean if i had any friends, i would totally have u.s.e. play my house party, but there's just something special about girls putting 'em on the glass and rap music. they go together like peanut butter on toast or like a chicken sandwich from lee's.
so, i've been a bit obessessed with mtv's "movie life: house of wax" as of late. yet, the show is filled with faults, namely, it's balant and utter disregard for her royal thighness II in favor of paris hilton standing around saying, "that's hot" or "that's cute". you know, if i wanted to hear that shit, i'd watch the simple life or go inside my local del taco around the same time as the near by high school lets out for lunch and just count down the seconds until i want to stab a pencil in my ear.
either i have nothing to say or i'm saving all the things i have to say for another day. you make the call.
some say hottest girl evs, well since last saturday morning. while others believe she should be the new vanna white. and some are just wondering if she'll holla at a dude (myspace.com/skeetonmischa). or at least have a friend holla at a dude (once again, myspace.com/skeetonmischa) and say, "yeah, she's way out of your league. stick to the girls who never grew out of their junior high riding horse phase. you're gonna be miserable for the rest of your life, if you even try.".
imagine the ping pong game i witnessed the other day. on one side of the table, there was an out of hand hot girl who seems like she'd be a bit stuck up but when you talk to her, she's really nice, funny and magically pulls out copies of sympathy for mr. vengeance out of her backpack and then on the other side of the table, we had a girl whose current style icon is karen o., yet it wasn't too terriblely over the top with it; imagine as if like karen o. made casual wear for urban outfitters. so these two girls are battling back and forth, well not really battling, but more or less, they were just talking with each other, but they were talking about dance parties. maybe it was one of those moments where you had to be there to fully apperciate everything; but frankly, i belive you can substitue your own personal office/school/coffee shop/mall related crushes into the scerino and just imagine them talking about something you love alot. me, i like dance parties, so it didn't hurt that those two were talking about dance parties, but you know, if it works out for you, maybe the girls were talking about how bummed they are cause march madness is over and they just loved going to the bar and drinking pitchers upon pitchers of ice cold beer; you know, whatever waxes your car.
frankly, i've got nothing to say today, but has anybody else seen hiliary duff during her guest host stint on the view? i just saw her during an interview with jane fonda and she was just staring off into space, wondering if she's gonna go to the marc jacobs store and get some chinese food or if she'll just cruise around the city and maybe grab a peanut butter sandwich at that one place that only sells peanut butter sandwiches. hiliary duff is on some 'holly hunter in the piano type of shit.
i'd have something to say, but i'm still in bit of a daze after spending my thursday, driving down pch with the windows down and the prefuse bumping and staring at terry richardson photos at a museum.