And as the summer’s greatest hermit, I consumed a lot of media. So much that I wish I wasn’t admitting it, but guess what? I am. Because I don’t believe in being ashamed. Girl, you watch what you want to watch. And don’t you use hashtag sorry not sorry because then you’ll follow it with #longhairdontcare and ain’t nobody got time for that.
So yeah. I consumed a lot of media this summer. What’s it to you? I listened to We Can’t Stop on repeat just like the rest of you. Don’t act like you didn’t. Because I know you did. And I had mixed feelings about Yeezus and felt underwhelmed but content with Atoms for Peace. I was confused by The Terror, but what else is new from the Lips? It’s the confusion that I love. I saw them live this summer for the first time as well, and obvs it didn’t disappoint. I was front row! And Wayne smiled at me. And then got kicked off Instagram. He’s a baller.
I think the biggest question of our time is…how does anyone in the Miley Cyrus 23 video take themselves seriously? If you can answer that, I will mail you a wooden nickel via USPS and all of my respect.
I also read a lot of books because I kind of started writing one. So I guess I figured that if I’m going to write one I should brush up on some literary ish. So I did. I recommend these:
I also kind of liked Cuckoo’s Calling. Will I be judged for that? What’s the general public’s opinion on that one thus far? I try to avoid book reviews because I’m completely too swayed by them. I kind of figure the reviewer is smarter than me, so if they didn’t like it, I’m not allowed to like it. Did you read it and like it?
I also fell into this bizarre film universe recently that I am embracing. Yes for embracing! So much David Lynch. And once I watched Blue Velvet, I couldn’t stop listening to Roy Orbison. I kind of liked World War Z, even though the nerds told me it sucked because it wasn’t true to the graphic novel. I watched The Godfather and Scarface, and that kind of fostered this weird crush on young Al Pacino.
And you can download THAT as a wallpaper. Treat yo self.
I was wildly disappointed with the finale of RuPauls’ Drag Race season 5. If you agree, I just need you to comment down below to validate my feelings. I won’t give any spoilers, but…let it be known that I, Amy Morby, was let down. We all know who should have won that season. Oh the shade. The shade of it all.
I will unabashedly tell you that I loved Pretty Little Liars and ate up every season Netflix gave me. I hate Emily’s perma-concerned eyebrows and covet Aria’s hair. Sue me. Hannah and Caleb forever.
I rekindled an old, ancient flame with X-Files. That show raised me. And thanks to Dana Scully, I am who I am today. Which is why I impulse bought this print one day when I was totally bummed at work and hung it proudly as the centerpiece in my living room.
And now it’s on to Battlestar Galactica (I know. Late to the game.) and Arcade Fire. The new single blew my mind, and I don’t care what anyone says. Deal with it.
Now give me your book suggestions! Go!