I now have another thing to do before I die, this:

Apparently SXSW was really cold on the weekend so it makes sense that Diplo hired an bikini-clad african go-go dancer to do handstands on his fold up rubbermaid table during his set. If this doesn't make you want to try your hand at Dj'ing, I'm not sure what would. All I wanna do is drink Hennesey and watch people go upside down. Real Talk.

It is morning right now and I found a new waking up anthem to share with all of you impulsive snooze button smashers. It is composed by a California pop rock outfit that call themselves The Morning Benders, fitting right? Opening with a hazy squinting guitar line it blooms with layers of percussion and just the right amount of da dada da da da dum's. Before you know it you will be out of bed inviting friends over for fruit and frittata's. You'll invite me if I'm lucky.

The Morning Benders- Excuses

I also started writing a little diddly involving love and coming and stuff:

There is love in you, there is love in me. It may take different methods of extraction for the two of us but the end result is uncannily similar. Love and orgasms have, hands down, got to be the two best fucking renewable resources around. When the power is out in my house I fancy starting a fire strictly using belly buttons, and belly buttons are everywhere.

Cheers Lovers,