vintage emo indie

hey guys,
i don't want to brag because i've started to realize the purpose of blogs is not (as I originally imagined) to organize and resist false idols of power, but instead to complain about coworkers that are sitting right next to us and post youtube videos.
but today is different.
it's not one of those humdrum blogging to take the edge off of loneliness. no sir. ive got news. more than that ive got good news.
im gonna be a model!!!
a popular seller on galaxebay has enlisted me to model their unique 'vintage emo indie' style. who would have thought that this girl, from the wrong side of the cul-de-sac, would be an intergalactically renowned vintage emo indie model?
we had our first vintage emo indie photo shoot. the vintage emo indie photographer was from the lower east nebulae. he showed up late, looked me up and down, threw some vintage emo indie garments at me and started adjusting a tripod he made out of his ex-girlfriend. 'look indifferent. look unaffected. don't look at the camera. look up but don't look optimistic. give yourself a double chin. more chins. i need more chins. this isn't enough chins. you are hopeless. i am going binge starving myself. i'll be back. don't wait here you are worthless.'
it was really fun and glamorous!
just search vintage emo indie and you'll find me!
oh yeah, um, something about starting a revolution. i dunno. my hearts just not in it today.

coin jar

ive been emptying my pockets of all the petty moon rock change i accumulate in my everyday transactions into a jar. today, a meteor storm prevented my impromptu mini-holiday and i was stuck in the space station, rolling moon rocks. but guess what, i saved up enough to buy a phasetrigger 9000 XFM ball point pen. eeeek!

police navidad

I anticipate an exhumation of interest in blogging. i got a job! in an office. i mean, it's hard to just move to outerspace and expect to find a job so you take what you can git. hopefully it's a stepping stone towards achieving my dreams of being a stunt double and writing music for video games.
i've missed you.
i know we both come from families that don't express themselves. but i cant help it. ive missed you.
oh and also i have a myspace music page now. its www.myspace.com/sierraneedle
what's your url?

glad tidings and good riddance

hey guys its been light years.
heres an update:
we had to kick our swarthy seaman from the ship on account of him bootlegging vodka from our entire provision of dehydrated mashed potatoes. also he tried to 'recreate the big bang' [sic] with me the other day after we played space kickball against the russian space station. i miss him and i dont, yknow?

lo mein fuhrer

heres the chorus from the first space shanty!

'fore today yon 'laxies be a drunk man's dream
'fore today yon stars be a midwife's tale
left my girl for a celestial body
'tis a nebulous thing, 'tis a nebulous thing

devil be good to a light year tripper
devil be good to an astroswine
left my girl to chase the comet's tail
'tis a nebulous thing, 'tis a nebulous thing

sometimes i wonder if my blog is my outlet for everything i can't tell my mah-johngg circle.

blogling hunnies

dearest blogsaders,
i invited the saltiest oceanaut aboard our ship to regale us with tales from the helm and serve us freeze-dried pineapple upside down cake. Everyone loves him. He says that the sound of the solar waves lapping up against our impact-resistant windows reminds him of life at sea. he tried to pry open the cargo bay doors to get "a whiffa that sea breeze". when i tried to stop him, he stuck his peg leg in a lot of expensive equipment. he's paying me for the damages in shanties. i think i'll compile the first compendium of space shanties. don't forget to resist the hegemon!

queefstipated

comrades and quasars,
my shipmates have staged a mutiny to protest my de facto authority. don't they understand? successful communism is dependent upon a personality cult! what's cuba without castro? what's china without mao? what's myspace without murdoch? in other news, i invented space dance.