"Just in case someone gets anorexic..."

...that's what my mom just said in regards to her decision to keep some pretty, vintage slips that no one fits into.

In less than an hour, I leave for Colorado. My iPod is still being a fucked up little bitch and this beer is tasting crazy whack. Come on, Asahi. Come on, Apple, Inc.

Uggghhh, I need to go spend quality time with the creatures in my house.

~meagan

Fuck yeah, computer!

I have a computer that works today. I am posting! MOLLY! Can you heareth me shouting from the yonder (wez coaz) mountaintops?! Huzzah!

Last night we spoke on the phone for the second time, ever. It lasted twenty minutes, all FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH GLORY and pseudo-matrimony. In but a few days I shall away to the mountains to record. I don't know why I'm on some semi-Shakespearean kick, but I am, indeed, good madam.

I am lounging in cat hair and you, my pretty, are in ATL, STILL. Why insist upon this treachery? Return at once! I shall send a carriage.

~meagan

Jingle Jangle

Ohhh Meagan...  I must be home sick because I am completely obsessed with writing you this jingle that I have been talking about for months!  As soon as it is finished I will call you and sing it on your machine (probably drunk).  Tomorrow you will be home from tour and you get to see the blind man, your attack dog that bit me, and the clay sculptures we made on New Years...  I bet you are freaked in...  Now that you have my new address... I would love another 7 page letter to come in the mail.  I still have the one from November.  Writing public love blogs to you on the internet is silly.  Not as silly as writing you a theme song.

I will shout my love for you from the rooftops!

Molly

Meag-GONE!!!

Meagan-

  It is unfortunate that you are having trouble posting from your phone...  I still think you are awesome...  I am about to book my flight to California for April 4-7...  It's sad that you will be in the mountains recording.  When will we ever get to see each other again!?  

That is all... I am too depressed that you are away to continue this love letter.

xoxo- (huh?)

Molly

Your nose is the scenter of your face...off

So I watched the movie Face Off yesterday...  It blew my mind and face off.  I really think Meagan and I need to watch it together sometime.  It's much funnier than I remembered.  Later that evening, I got dragged to Sharkeez in Newport...  I thought I would fuck with the gel haired dudes hanging around the bar.  (hair-larious, I know) I went up to randoms and did the hand running down the face thing (In case you haven't enjoyed the movie yet, it's what John Travolta does to his family in Face Off.  It's how they know it's him when he has the face of Nick Cage)... I thought Meagan would appreciate it.  To my surprise, the dudes loved it. They were like, this chick is touching my face!  I guess they let it get to their head.  Meagan should make it her pick up tactic on tour... I wonder if it would work on Demetri? 

Mental note:  Look into polygamy.

I miss your face!

You + Me = Us

MollsBalls,

I brought my magnificent onesie on tour to sport around the guys...I have yet to wear it.

It just doesn't feel right without you here next to me, getting high, sitting around doing nothing in our onesies, contemplating the completely possible idea that we could both marry Demetri Martin.

Lovingly,
Meagan