They say, Don’t throw stones when you live in a glass house.
Sky Ferreira’s “One”
What if you only work in one?
In today’s economy, it’s safe to say no one but those who work for the government have solid, steady jobs. It’s been over a year of recession “talk” and while there has been some alleviating [...]
Not much has changed since this photo was taken way back in 1989.
My dad doesn’t have that mustache anymore, but I’ll bet he still has and wears that shirt. I’m not in diapers anymore, but my forehead-to-rest-of-face ratio hasn’t changed all that much. My twin brother, Womb Buddy, still looks exactly the same, and in a couple of years, will have the same amount of hair [...]
So, a couple of nights ago (Or maybe just last night? -They all seem to run together), my delightful roommate, Matt, was all, Hey, I’m going to McDonald’s. Wanna come with? Keeg and I were like sure, let’s go. Our other roommate joined in. We all walked, some more awkwardly than others (because he has a tendency to shake his hips when he walks), and when we arrived [...]
The Sun is rising over Astoria, and I can hear the nagging voice of a friend in the back of my head, Jaq, you can’t just hide out in Queens forever. I mean, what is there to even do there? At least move back to the City. . . But seriously, come back to LA already. Just visit for a spell, please, please, prettttty pleasssse?
Beware: this is not a nice post that accentuates the sunshine in my personality. It tackles a problem that needs to be addressed.
To me, creepy old men at the bar are something to be avoided- much like the plague, speeding tickets, and drunk people who are known for their projectile vomiting skills (that duh, I clearly covet).
I don’t know why I find creepy, old men so repulsive. Maybe it’s the [...]
So Wednesday, turns out out Brandon (you may formerly know him as “Brandon-my-pansexual-ex-neighbor”) was in town from Connecticut. I met up with him and Kylie at Central Park, and of course, some creepy older white guy with a shaved head just happened to have his snake with him at the park. Clearly using it as a social tool to meet people who had questions about the snakes curiously white [...]
OMG Pretty Birds! Tomorrow I’m going to paint a chess board on my patio table and refurnish some chairs I found on the street . . . and then, of course, I’m going to throw on a dress and some heels and head to a book store and read all the $15 magazines my heart desires (and yet, cannot afford )
Hope you’re all enjoying a lazy Sunday on this [...]
Too bad network television doesn’t broadcast the Lake Show in New York City.
9:20 – Trek to Omonia Cafe in Astoria to catch what’s left of the game with my brother, Keegs.
9:44 – After mass confusion with the service staff, they help me find TNT, and duh, the Lake-uhs.
9:45 – Chucky (Charles Barkley) just popped up on the screen. His mouth is moving, but I can’t hear what he’s saying over the music. No biggy, the dude never says anything intelligent anyways. I’m only obsessed with him, because he is a living, breathing sound bite.
9:50 – After Nascar commercials and shots of Steve Nash getting some practice shots in during the half, I’m seriously wondering if Turner Network Television doesn’t realize who their audience is. Red-blooded Americans don’t watch the Lakers, and while they might watch the Suns (Hello, immigration law?), after the whole “Los Suns” jersey-escapade, it’s not likely.
9:54 – Reggie Miller is hot, and not that anyone is surprised, but with the music playing too loud to hear the Chucky and the gang are saying, I find watching them on television wayyyy more entertaining.
I logged into my flickr account this afternoon- a rare moment of lucidity for me- only to discover a group dedicated to Dr. Scholls and clogs wanted to use my “Hogs” photo for a flickr group. Bahbahbah. I said yes, of course. The internet never fails to surprise me. It connects the few people that love hogs, heels, and clogs- or maybe it’s cheese-covered [...]
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