The Sassy Curse Strikes Back

Dear Jane Subscriber,

With regret, we have decided that we will no longer be publishing Jane....


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Dear World,

Fuck you.
Anytime a worthwhile read with any Brandon Holley/Christina Kelly descendents come along, you have to fucking kill it.
I realise that this one may have begun losing it's spark with the changes the April '07 issue brought along, but it was still the most amazing, non-bullshitting form of entertaining media on the stands this past year. Not to mention it was the only diggable magazine that could be bought in mass marketplaces and not force self-respecting people to have to drive across town to specialty book stores or search international printing sites to get. And with all those Hearst devils who can't seem to understand the words "cancel my subscription(s)," my lovely Jane was my most anticipated mail every month.
And now I have to settle for middle-aged "fashion and beauty icons" that litter the In Styles and Allures of the greater United States.
Thanks for once again destroying my faith in think-for-yourself journalism.

Sincerely,
Amanda
for Jane worshippers

WOWOWOWOW!

Holy nuts!
...This year's Fashion Rocks supplement is actually worth a glance!
Shame on you, Lucky magazine! Not only did you send my newest issue late and opened, causing my September reading to already be delayed, but you made me miss out on being the first to read this!
Gah! Not only does it feature a preview of the new MisShapes book and an article on Irina and Sean, but they finally included worthwhile models and musicians!

Klaxons
Marianne Faithfull/Debbie Harry fashion feature
Patti Smith/Ann Demeulemeester inspiration tale
Caroline Trentini
Jessica Stam
Agyness Deyn
Iron and Wine
The Pipettes
The Kooks
Raquel Zimmermann
Hilary Rhoda
Lily Allen
M.I.A.
Martin Scorsese's Shine a Light
The Paddingtons (I've chose to ignore that they only paid attention to them due to Agyness)
Jacquetta Wheeler
Dress tips from Alex Kapranos and Damian Kulash
Gemma Ward
Sasha Pivovarova
Lily Donaldson

Yeah, I was fucking dying as well. So much so that I flipped through the pages at rapid speed, not even pausing to finish reading everything.
So I'm off to bring my fashionable-music wet dream to life. Have fun with your copy.

I fucking hate everything.

The only things that deserve love in this world are mini-doberman-pinschers and fuzzy kittens. NOT full grown cats and NOT any other breed of dogs.
Nineteen-year-old cats and labrador retrievers should just go kill themselves now, because they're lost causes already and totally unattractive.
This hotass is all that matters anyways.

Oh my God my house smells like dying.

My mother(fucker) is making nasty ass meatballs with croutons and cheese inside. And weird fucking spices. And those weird fucking spices smell like shit.

UGH. I can't even describe how fucking bored/tired/pissed/iancurtislike I feel right now. My stupid migraines are coming back and for some reason the inner rim on my lower right lashes is puffy and the bone surrounding that eye socket feels like someone threw a hammerhead at it.
On top of that I've been sober for nearly two weeks now. And I don't like it. Especially since I found even more sprackingly amazing songs and I can't even do anything about them now SINCE NO ONE HAS ANSWERED/RETURNED MY FUCKING CALLS.

Fucking shit. I don't know if it's an effect of everything from this past year or if I'm just an asshat by nature, but I really just want to crash a plane into everyone's sweaty, makeup-smeared faces right now. Maybe a helicopter too.
No joke...all I've been able to do since my last run is lie around devoid of energy or sit at my computer reading countless Wikipedia bios about every noun I've never even given a shit about, all the while listening to "Song for Clay (Disappear Here)" by Bloc Party and "Trouble" by Voxtrot on repeat.
Damn it. I've had enough to buy a round for pretty much everyone of my friends too. So basically...shit. Whatever. I'm going (a.k.a. being bribed to go) to Yakima tomorrow, so I'll just get twice the bang for the buck and split it with everyone there muahahaha. I'll need anything I can get while at that fucking reunion.

On the plus side, I started listening to Vampire Weekend and now I really feel like I've found meaning in the MySpace issue of Nylon.