I’d call you a cunt, but you lack the warmth and depth.– Amy Sedaris
Tom Ford's five easy lessons in how to be a modern... →
Listen up, fellas.
It was only a matter of time before someone tried... →
And you know exactly what I’m talking about. Anyways. Thanks to Wolfgang for this.
The table dancing, 4am bedtimes, and overall...
Better catch up on all the My So Called Life reruns, green tea, and naps that are needed while I still have the chance.
I’m friendly enough, but it’s been a wild weekend and I have zero interest in talking to strangers on the train about their (undoubtedly shitty) radio show. Congrats on your super successful local gig that no one’s ever heard of!
Out of an entire large box of chocolates, there's...
Coquette: 'Yep. This is it. Welcome to...
thedailyfeed: Dear Coquette, I’m in my mid-20s, but sometimes I fall into the habit of acting far less mature than my age when I’m around other people. It’s something I find myself regretting later on when I’m finally by myself. I feel childish just asking this question, but is this really what it’s like to be a grown-up? Wasn’t I supposed to get married or something? Read More Click on her...
Just realized that my lover and I have been dating...
That is, if you count me being invited to his bed and then being taken out to the local diner the next morning. And what can I say, I’m still as hooked as ever.
Well I’ll be damned. I guess I was keeping it wild and blogging my crazy endeavors from last night this morning? Honestly, have no recollection of taking that last picture posted sometime around 9:52 AM this morning (prob around the same time I decided to go to bed) let alone sending over to Tumblr. You could probably just go ahead and say it was a helluva night.
Picking up my lover at O’Hare. Damn, I really missed him.
worldsworst: SPEEDO!!! CHRIST MAN
Sometimes, when I stop and think how many...
The whole telling everyone what you're giving up...
Giving up chocolate/booze/fried things/your daily intake of 80+ oz of soda? That’s cool, but let’s call it what it is: an excuse to jumpstart that diet that you said you would keep as part of your New Year’s resolution. Also: no one cares. But as for me? So glad you asked, I’m giving up my morals.
In 20 years, you will be more disappointed by what you didn’t do than by...– Mark Twain
Hair modeling today at one of the top salons in...
And it’s not my first trip to the rodeo either. Something about this face makes people stop me on street corners or while shamelessly trying on $700 dresses at Nordstrom. Anyway. Who am I to turn away a cut and color job by professionals? That, and when the interviewers ask what I’ve been up to since looking to work I can tell ‘em, “Keeping an anonymous pop culture blog...
Maybe I'm a judgy bitch, but Jena Malone's band is... →
Take a whip and a listen around freestylechuckp’s radio show and just try to tell me I’m wrong.
Me in heels + freshly waxed floors is a bad, bad combination. Slid around like a small child trying to wear its mother’s shoes about 4 different times en route to a meeting. It was just… just so shameful.
playdeaux: Sufjan Stevens Casimir Pulaski Day ...
Just had an extremely disturbing flashback
of when a college professor invited me into his office for a meeting and it ended in him trying to pick me up for a date later that weekend. He was chubby and bald.
Truer words were never typed into Facebook chat.
me: Ha, I had an interview today and they asked me what the most adventurous thing I ever did was.
M: Lol, what did you tell them?
me: I had to make something up because all i could think about were you bitches and our debauchery.
M: Understandable, I mean I don't think they would want to hear about losing my virginity and that is my best story.
Ugh, so I just had this interview with a great company. They are a media powerhouse to say the very least, and seriously, let me be the first to say it was great even being allowed inside their doors. Everything was great until the 2nd interviewer came along. I’m into my 3rd minute or so telling him why I’d kick ass at the position, and he just interrupts me. In so many words, he told...