soonwellbeffound: I’m in search for a new set of friends. Join the club.
Meg White got married in Jack White’s backyard last weekend.– (via pitchforkmedia) Pitchfork’s Twitter kind of rules. And I’m not a Pitchfork fan by any means… She married Patti Smith’s son(!!).
Second Grade Fresh is now 90% easier to read. It’s 10% harder to see photos though. I kind of like watermarking them with my young face.
Baby Got Back!
It’s really, really hard to make someone understand how much something means to you. I guess I wish people could just understand me without my having to speak, or cry or write anything. Nothing I do, voluntarily or involuntarily, is actually capable of expressing anything, is it?
iichlits: Grizzly Bear - Two Weeks Ah, nice and creepy. (via clablr) Wonderful.
What did we learn from last night? You’re always an hour behind me.– maria.del.carmen.juarez.sanchez
Being Poor Rules
Bread and butter, guys. Bread and butter. Soft, fresh bread + butter. Hot toast + butter. Mmmmm bread and butter. Who needs real food or anything of sustenance? Water, flour, milk and salt. Bread and butter!
I live in a house infested by mice; I’ve thrown them away, oh let me see, thrice? They poop on my floor, and pee on my things; they get in the cupboards, but they don’t have wings… They make everything smell, it’s awfully depressing; I hope I don’t see one while I’m undressing… Somebody please, come rescue me; from the house with the mice, the jerks...
For those of you who saw my posts about the Law lectures on rape etc. being spiffed up… Now I’m being lectured about negligence using “who killed Kenny”examples. Why?
NOBODY IS AT HOME
PARTY AT MY HOUSE!?
Pros: I never have to interview anybody for journalism ever again. I can sleep in tomorrow. Cons: I really wish someone could decide for me whether or not to get those things out. I’m still terrified of the no taste issue, but think they need to go so I can be healthiful. Anthony isn’t here. I have no food. This house makes me want to die. (I’m thinking of squatting...
britticisms: fuckyoumeganfox: ““If you eat Chinese food, your farts come out like Chinese food. If you eat Mexican food, your farts come out like Mexican food. And milk, it’s like—you can smell the warmth in the fart. My wardrobe on Transformers always smells like farts, and I have no idea why.”” — Megan Fox, GQ, October 2008 STOP TALKING. Dear Anthony, PAY ATTENTION. Not only does she...
Whoah. For the first time ever I’ve been reblogged into a private group I’m not a part of… WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU SAY? HRMMM. I really hope this is “Shoes Cunt” or some shit, not randoms?
So, for anybody who saw what happened at Laced
Y’all that know me know I can’t just sit around and watch shit like that happen. And it’s not a bad thing, people like Lawyers and Journalists get paid to be outraged by that sort of conduct, so I guess I’m barking up the right tree. Sorry if I embarrassed any of you, if I’d known that would happen I would have worn something a little less garish and, erm,...
Umm so Alps had a baby
And it’s name is Wolfgang Ra Hearn. Oh baby boy.
AVERT YOUR EYES! IT'S ANOTHER POST ABOUT STAR...
Leonard Nimoy ruled so hard I didn’t notice anybody else was in the movie. Ok, I lied, I did also notice Gina from Sesame Street. But like, Nimoy wasn’t out yet.
Fuck Tumblarity Script →
tarts: interpellate: “Tumblarity does not value original content and encourages users to post based on the criteria “Will this garner a lot of shallow internet attention?” rather than “Is this meaningful?”. Or: it sucks. Rather than having such a shallow metric constantly thrown in your dashboard-checking face, install this userscript, remove that nasty shit, and keep on keepin’ on.” Maybe...
Does anybody have somewhere I can live? I NEED to get out of this vile house. If there’s anywhere in Brisbane that is clean, that I can move into, that costs no more than say… $150/week LET ME KNOW. It smells like mouse in this house and I will probably top myself before I go through that again. P.S. If anybody tries to trick you into moving into a certain house on Latrobe Tce,...