There was a little girl who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good she was very very good, but when she was bad she was horrid.
Said girl also runs MOUSTACHES
Consider this sex chair from 1890, commissioned by Edward VII of Britain. It’s a strange object, designed for orgiastic indulgence, though I’ve yet to determine how it was best used. (edt:Erotica Curiosa)
I find this hillarious and I’m not sure why.
ball deck ball
someone bought this for $100?
Deck and Balls. This thing ruled. Didn’t Ema buy it?
Miranda Kerr.
I just don’t understand the appeal. Look at her face! She looks like a 45 year-old haggard trailer-trash… thing. And her body is far from awesome. Blergh. Bleerrgghhhhhh. Blergh.
If my disposition does not improve I am certain to end up as a spinster, surrounded by my many cats, running up extortionate phone bills calling anyone and everyone just to gain contact with the outside world.
I will end up being found weeks after my death burried under huge collections of train tickets to the coast and surrounded by ash trays. Being nawred by the cats. Note in hand thanking those who had helped me get that far..
I hope someone comes along soon that will make me prove this wrong.
Not to sound like a gay, but this was how I felt until about a year ago. I was pretty much resigned to becoming the crazy cat lady from the Simpsons (I mean, she was a single lawyer lady who went crazy… it all fit). What I mean to say is, someone will come along soon that will prove the above situation wrong.
Hey, umm, which city should I see Grizzly Bear in?
I’m thinking I want to check out La Cigale, so Paris, then?
Edit: Also, if anyone knows of any good bands touring Europe between November and February, please let me know - email me?
Today at work some guy said something about Michael Jackson and I was caught completely off guard. “Michael Jackson?”
“Yeah, did you hear he’s dead? Farrah Fawcett too”.
Uhhhhh ok.
I realise you all knew this, but shit’s weird. Like when Mr Irwin died the night before QCS and all of our teachers launched into “console the students” mode.
This absolutely melts my heart.
Yeah yeah, two baby posts in a row. SHE IS JUST LIKE MY COUSIN PAULA (who would be speaking Catalan, which is sort of French/Spanish… Spench) Too much cuteness. TOO MUCH.
LAUGHING BABY!!!
(via didi-disaster)
Irresistably cute. Did I misspell that? Did I misspell misspell? LOOK AT THE BABY!
Nike Air Huarache
Just found a pair under my wardrobe.
Watching him at work, Innokenty spared a thought for the poor man - how sick he must have been of going through people’s underclothes, cutting up their shoes and looking up their anuses year after year.
Gassed us all.
Unproductive.
Fighting.
Hurting.
Maybe tomorrow, then?
Waking up at a decent hour is so wonderful. This morning everything was covered in fog and dew and I’ve done about an hour of walking through the suburbs around my house. I had a sour cherry crumble tartlet for breakfast from a family owned-and-operated deli after searching for a churrera. Then I picked some dew-covered French lavender from somebody’s front gardent and a few figs from somebody else’s.
Today is going to be a good day!
