February 2010
“If looks could kill, I would eviscerate you.”
January 2010
My best friend is my Mullet
I wonder,
do people with mullets have to walk backwards at work?
business in the front, party in the back
this way, they always look professional to their bosses and coworkers…
albeit, directionally confused. but that’ll trick ‘em.
Afros and Other Hairy Things
Naughty By Nature’s OPP has the same backbeat as The Jackson 5’s ABC.
perhaps i’m behind, but that blew my mind.
also, michael shouldn’t have left out the D in the song:
“ABC, easy as 123. C’mon girl, ABC, EFG, 123. Baby, you and me!”
if i was a toddler in the 1970s projects, i would be so confused.
Thoughts On Swimsuits.
Co-Worker: Do you want to look at this Victoria's Secret swimsuit catalogue?
Me: Nah, I don't feel like crying this morning.
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Holy Smokes
The Trinity of Country Music
1. Trucks
2. Women
3. Beer
I’m so eastbound.
Fetus, Missouri
Town Motto: Prepare to enter a world of Badass.
A.K.A. The Womb.
This is your brain on MTV.
Cootie Queen/Lint Licker
I’m suddenly in love with My Life As Liz.
I think it’s real like The Hills kind of real.
But that doesn’t matter. I like that it’s about an average interestinmundo person.
For once, you got me MTV. Gah, admitting it aloud sounds wrong.
The Not So Secret Life of American Stupidity
If my ears could vomit,
and my eyes could gauge themselves,
they would. This show makes me ashamed to be an American teenager.
WHY MOLLY RINGWALD, WHY?
Coincidence? I think maybe.
I was casually scrolling through a street fashion site and listening to The Shivers, a band I barely heard before.
I hear the words “and you were Jesus Christ,”
And lo and behold
A picture of Jesus Christ pops up on styleclicker.net.
Sign from above? Or is the universe messing with me again?
Whatever the case, I’ll take this as a sign to start doing my homework.
I'm Tempted
to give myself food poisoning so that I don’t have to do my homework.
There’s a nice box of shrimp pasta that’s been left in the car for over a day. Granted, it’s winter and my car literally feels like a frosted over refrigerator.
It’s difficult to get to work on your birthday weekend. Darn Reconstruction and Willie Nelson presentations.
Nice Day to Die
I was thinking of going for a bike ride. It’s sunny and calm. Temping in the 70’s outside.
But after watching The Lovely Bones,
maybe not.
Of course the houses around here are adobe, and I don’t think Stanley Tucci is across the street…
But I’m not gonna risk it right now. Die another day.
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