i just remembered that weeds is on tonight.
i could feel my eyes light up and am legit looking at this as the highlight of my day.
sade: Nicki’s verse in Monster Because you know...
sitting with my boyfriend looking up bengal cats...
kicking and screaming
totally pissy right now. my totally gorgeous ass-stomping booties i was all about the other day arrived and are too small. i’m trolling to the ends of the internet and can’t find a damn thing in a size 11 that isn’t fugly as hell. I hate everything and everyone. about ready to go drain my bank account on a pair of fluevogs and forget the whole thing. bloody hell.
que cera cera
synecdoche: when i was just an actor in la i asked my agent what should i try? should i be awkward? or should i be REALLY awkward? this was his wise reply que cera cera whatever will be will be twee your characters are the same to me que cera cera when i grew up and the show ended i asked jason bateman what lies ahead will there be different roles day after day here’s what my bateman said que...
my dad just bought a pair of rayban club masters
purely for aesthetic reasons, without irony or reference to the fact they are a hipster sensation. i just kind of sat there blinking in awe.
i had a dream last night that i had to go back in...
bowie was SO fug as the fat gap-toothed kid. no ziggy stardust, that’s for sure.
we have had a lot of good times. you have been there to participate in my infinite amount of illegally downloaded party music, shocking life-changing ichats, countless hours of facebooking and so on so forth. we have been together since freshman year at ball state and travelled to such far off places as london, paris, budapest, and self-made chair beds in the ball state bracken library. we have...
listening to the dodos, baking cookies, wearing a...
embracing my inner indie kid.
watching working girl
love you, melanie.
the only time i have left my couch in the last 4...
otherwise it has been a whirlwind ride of food network, true blood, mad men, and predator.