HELLO KATY, I MAY BE MOVING, &WHOA MARCH IS CRAZY

Today Kristine tells me: "It makes more sense that you love Katy Perry." It is true.

Also, NOT JUST BECAUSE KATY PERRY HAS A TUMBLR (and also not just because Kristine has a sick-ass pimped-out tumblr that makes me jealous of her design skills, and also not just because a lot of annoying-but-awesome semi-famous bloggers blog on tumblr, and also not just because Kristine asked me to), I'm thinking about moving to tumblr.

Shit dude, these upcoming weeks gon be hella mad crazy yo. We are partying to launch our newest issue of the magazine on March 2, and then (HOLLA) begin my birthday narcissism with a movie night March 5 to see the midnight screening of Watchmen, my bday rager March 6, my bday dinner party March 7, followed by a weekend wine-tasting in Napa around the 20th and then a week in SoCal till the 28. I'm also trying to get into a Noise Pop show (An Horse + Matt Costa) tomorrow, so hope that works out because I would like to see Slim's and also genuinely enjoy both acts.

Oh and hay, speaking of March 28th. My girl Jill totally rocked an a cappella competition this weekend and will be going on to compete in some sort of super serious a cappella semi-final death-match in LA on the 28th. Pretty legit, right?

And speaking of my girl, that makes me think of the song "My Girl," which makes me think about something that happened today. When I was in the computer lab, the guy next to me (in a very quiet room) started blasting Stevie Wonder's "Signed, Sealed, Delivered" on his headphones. And when it ended, he played it again. I thought this was VERY strange. Not that Stevie Wonder's not dope, but for real, I only loop and blast shit like that if it's like, new Animal Collective, which I get really excited about and then two weeks later never listen to again. Oh, or Katy Perry. I loop and blast Katy Perry pretty much all the time. But that's different.