you remember my boyfriend sid, that fly kid who i love?
well our love was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third.
i fucking LOVE digable planets!!!!!!!
Originally Posted By toekneee
just smoked & chilled with bro
OKAY THIS IS SO ODDDDDDDDD
alex also told me that tomorrow he is getting paid $200 from this kid a few years older than him, to stomp on his balls WITH BASEBALL CLEATS, kick him in the back, stand on his head til ‘it makes a mark’, and finally..punch him in the jaw as hard as he can…………
oh wait, and give him his smelly shoes.. he also requested repeatedly that alex let him lick his feet! or SHIT IN HIS MOUTH AND MAKE HIM EAT IT. alex was like FUCK no man.
is this okay to do that to him even though he is paying him and asking for it?
HOLY SHIT THAT IS CRAZZYYYY!! i presume this request is sexual in nature? ask alex if he wanks himself or some bullshit while all of this is going on
17:31
elishabet changed her mac clock to read military time.
all i wanted was a fucking single.
All rules had their exceptions, but the way I came to see things they generally went like this: Kools and Newports were for black people and lower-class whites. Camels were for procrastinators, those who wrote bad poetry, and those who put off writing bad poetry. Merits were for sex addicts, Salems for alcoholics, and Mores for people who considered themselves to be outrageous but really weren’t. One should never lend money to a Marlboro-menthol smoker, though you could usually count on a regular-Marlboro person to pay you back. The eventual subclasses of milds, lights, and ultra-lights not only threw a wrench in the works but made it nearly impossible for anyone to keep your brand straight. All that, however, came later, along with warning labels and American Spirits.
david sedaris
this morning he asked me
why the fuck i was into him, and it was hard to come up with an answer. I can’t really spell it out, there isn’t a list of qualities that i can rattle off. actually, when i think about it, the list is pretty lackluster: he’s a lazy pothead just teetering above failing out of the electrical school. he hates his major but won’t switch out since it’s a stable route to make some money when he graduates. he was told he was smart at a young age and subsequently never developed any work ethic despite an exponentially inflating ego. often treats friends shittily, but also seems to latch on to the clingiest, neediest, sweetest, and most loyal of people when it comes to who he considers a close, close friend. he’s short…although it’s his own fault: he was supposed to be six foot two but he started drinking shitloads of coffee at a young age. as a result, his head is just slightly too large for his body, resulting in a turtle-like stature (this is just my theory). years of hunching in front of the computer playing WOW probably didn’t help. one of his redeeming qualities is his hair, which is about 50 different textures of damage and ranges from very curly to basically flat on the back of his head which he’s constantly rubbing. the color goes from dark brown to blonde. when it gets too long it piles on top of his head like a clown-fro.
we talk so much bullshit to each other all the time and are always coming up with these ideas about life and our present and our futures or ways we’re gonna change for the better or how we’re going to live from here on out, and then we just end up lying in bed listening to music with my fingers running through his hair. when i finally broke my period of celibacy, we were both nervous and awkward and fucked badly, but it felt human and right. i feel like myself around him.
i’m watching a playful azn couple at the diner and it is making me smile, especially when she covers her mouth when she giggles.
i so regret getting jalapeno grill over seasons 12.
music
is literally the reason that i wake up in the morning. i’m so fucking happy that i’m alive right now while all of these great new artists are coming up with such incredible and diverse stuff. the 70s have nothing on us, bitchez
i can feel so shitty and uninspired and the right music will make suddenly make day to day life worth it, in some way.
LATELY:
deception - blackalicious
throw it all away - zero 7
the vacation from ourselves - wale
as serious as your life - four tet
brothersport - animal collective
american boy - estelle
these days - nico
gila - beach house
MUSIC IS LOVE
Originally Posted By accidentalfresh
no words.
verdict: accidental party animal fresh.
photo submitted by austin winchell.
All of this stuff, the history of the house, the legal papers signed and sealed and the attendant separation agreement and, of course, the divorce that left her the house—all this historical material was transpiring outside the gist of Fish. He could chart his course and touch each corner of the tank and still not know shit. But he understood something. That much was clear. The world is a mucky mess. It gets clotted up, submerged in its own gunk. End of story.
The Secret Goldfish, http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2004/05/31/040531fi_fiction
