2004-09-16 || 9:09 a.m.
|| reason no. 698 to love and adore brian murphy ||
seeing as my lifelong mission is to infect those i love with unabashed tweeness one felt-heart elbow patch (actually, owen owns the market on that.) and weezer sing-along at a time, i was pleased as punch to see what progress brian is making. last night we watched the video on the weezer dvd for 'island in the sun' where the boys are frolicking in the hollywood hills with zoo animals, and both of us creamed our respective jeans. it was decided the latest in twee porn (past subjects include chubby shy girl striptease, the tighty whitey parade, and the naughty tea party) is most definitely boys cuddling with chimpanzees. and bear cubs. or kittens, if you can't afford those others. kittens are fine. although chimpanzees have the capability of nonchalantly pulling up dress shirts to expose lily-livered boy bellies while lying in a sea of swaying grass and sunshine, prompting the owners of said bellies to act all embarrassed and coy and look away from the camera.
one moment please.
i was unable to find stills from the video to show you, but. it was somehow heartwarming to have brian squealing right along beside me over hott nerd-on-animal action. but don't take that the wrong way. um,
in other news, the latest lust object of the bancroft house (aforementioned animal + boy combo notwithstanding) is the most righteous poet and artist, vladimir mayakovsky. how do you say hubba hubba in russian? (note to dear tania: i thought of you all last night in class. russian constructivism! no one could read anything written on the posters!) oh to be twenty-two in 1915 again.
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