September 2010
August 2010
i’m still really frustrated and nervous about my job. and it makes me feel nauseous and sick every time i think about it.
delicious! i think we have some immensely tasty americone dream in the freezer, if not, we need some!…
Wow. I didn’t know that one could donate money directly to a medical procedure. Not to the doctors that perform them, or the scientists that develop new methods of performing them, but to the procedures themselves. I’m pretty partial to appendectomies, do you think I could…
sade:
Everyone’s a liar. Fuck that. I hope they’re unsuccessful, unemployed, gaining weight, and have contracted at least one uncomfortable (but not life threatening, I am not a monster) STD.
Seriously. I wish them the worst in life, because I am a petty, bitter, shell of a human being. And that’s totally alright with me.
cosigned.
for serious.
gym this morning, followed by The Girl Who Played With Fire at the kendall…
fuck yeah!
so far we’re going to see (in no particular order):
- jamie lidell
- broken social scene
- massive attack
- margaret cho
- lcd soundsystem
- the xx
I AM OVERCOME WITH GLEE!!!
it is FUCKING AWESOME!
um.
dear matthew morrison, please keep your shirt on at ALL TIMES.
k thx.
bye.
Selena, “El Chico del Apartamento 512”
I found a trunk full of my old childhood stuff. BRB, twirling around to my old Selena cassettes.
yesssssss!!!
anything for selenas!
the synopsis makes me wonder, ‘how in the fuck is this a book?’: woman is suffering first world problems, cheats on husband, breaks up with lover, goes on a year-long vacation…blah blah blah.
thanks, but no thanks.
FUCK YEAH!
FUCK YEAH! FUCK FUCK YEAH!
TOUUUUUUUUUUUCHHHHHDOOOOOOOWWWWWNNNNNNNN!

