recently i thought about carrying around post-its to write little helpful notes to my fellow citizens of philadelphia. it started with septa, and soon i found myself thinking up little reminders to everyone around me...

but then i thought it'd be far more entertaining to put them up on twitter.

thus, my lily love letters were born - and no one is safe.



dear chick in the el station:
we all realize your phone is also an mp3 player.
now simmer down and put some earbuds in that shit.
love, lily


dear dude waiting for the train beside me:
don't hock a loogie onto the tracks and then give me bedroom eyes.
turn off.
love, lily

dear conductor:
hard to believe, i know, but the el is a high-speed train.
this cruise control shit ain't gon' cut it, boo.
love, lily

dear young parents over there:
it's (barely) okay to be a slave to fashion, but cutting your infant son's hair into a mohawk when he is not yet old enough to keep saliva in his mouth at least 40% of the time that he is awake?not.
love, lily

dear dude sitting in front of me on the el:
quit trying to be cool and take a lesson from your wingman.
take a bath, read a book, and leave me be.
by the way, clean clothes are not the enemy,
and you are mistaken if you believe that every time you do your laundry,
the terrorists win.
love, lily

dear septa worker:
please do not blame me because you don't have change for a twenty.
no, i do not know what time you open, nor so i want "all [your] ones."
no, i will not "give [you] at least an hour"; i have to go to school.
if you could quit bitching for just a moment, sir, you will see that
the change you are so reluctant to give me will include a ten-dollar bill.
have a nice day, and welcome back from the strike.
love, lily

dear chick i see every day @ weiss [hall]:
there are two doors for a reason. i am going out; you are coming in.
today i'll give you an ultimatum: for every time you stand there
impatiently waiting for me to come out of the left door -
when there is a perfectly functional right door not being used -
i am going to take my sweet ass time doing so.
no, i'm not an ornery bitch (at least today).
i can just out-asshole you, 60% of the time, every time.
love, lily

dear behavioral analysis classmate:
i hate group work just as intensely as the next socially awkward 23-year-old,
but believe you me, son... group work goes FAR easier when you
actually read the material.
i'm not gonna carry your lazy ass for 80 minutes, my dude.
love, lily


so it's whatever i want wednesday, and what i want is to go to the Phrequency birthday party tonight. that's right! it's been a whole year of connecting artists, fans, and all types of local music enthusiasts and just generally creating one big happy phamily.

and we's about to celebrate!



tonight at kung fu necktie, you'll be seeing performances by some of philly's premier artists, including the supah-talented Emcee Unless (who designed that beautiful flyer you're looking at);the city's best spin-doctor himself, mr. DJ PHSH; and everyone's favorite party-starter Vanache, who is performing onstage for the first time since his debut @ the TLA. who knows, you might even catch a taste of Philly's favorite hippity-hops & reggae man doing his thing...

needless to say, i'm crazy excited about this.

it's free, it's @ 8, and it should definitely be in your plans. make sure you hit the links above to find out more about any of these amazing philadelphia artists. trust, you won't be disappointed.

later, loves!

today's been a hell of a day! your tuesday tweets will be up tomorrow. thanks, loves!

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