November 2010
Considering live-blogging the drive-by shooting that just occurred on the block behind my house.
GHETTO LIFE, Y’ALL.
“Hey, you wanna see the girl I beat up?”
– Facebook: Bringing family closer together.
Instead of being “thankful” this Thanksgiving, I just want to go on record and say how I really hate like, everyone.
No. No. You know what? I am thankful for something. I’m thankful that everyone annoys me because it makes for a really beautiful display of wits and bitchiness and passive aggressiveness.
Your Canadian girlfriend keeps calling and interrupting our “family...
“You hang on to your pain like it means something. Like it’s worth...”
– Nathaniel Fisher Sr.
Arcade Fire - Rebellion (Lies)
Loud, in my ears,...
Watchadaisy:
This goes out to you, Ms. Green.
I’m going to start making this a thing, you guys. Videos. Videos of me. I’m going to vlog all over this bitch. Meaning my blog. Not this bitch, Laura. By the way, Laura, I love you. I REALLY FUCKING LOVE YOU.
One time, I worked in the shoe department of this retail clusterfuck of a place, and one of my associates was way gay. He brought a pair of rhinestoned Mary-Jane style Sketchers into the stockroom and asked me what I thought of them. I told him that they were really kind of gay.
A few weeks later, we were at a party together and totally drunk off of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, and he told me that...
I miss people the most during the dull moments of my life. The moments when it’s all trivial conversation, and television watching. I miss people the most during early mornings and late nights, when nothing in particular is happening, and their laugh is a really soft echo in my head that I can barely hear anymore.
I’ve been stuck in a place where time kind of rests around me, but the...
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your...”
– Franz Kafka (via mishsquish)
Me, after witnessing a former ~flame~ hand his new girlfriend her own ass.
Fewer things are more beautiful than watching someone who used to be a rill soft lil’ bitch come into their own.
I like to think that if it wasn’t for me, completely shitting all over your emotions and breaking your pansy ass heart, you wouldn’t be the bastard you are today. You’re welcome, my blossomed little...
Sizzle Reel: How to Live: Follow Your Heart, Risk... →
afrayedknot:
A few days ago, I asked my shrink, a super-smart guy, how he would generally divide up the people who were happy in life from those who were not. He answered like a shot. The unhappy ones, he said, are people who let their parents or their family talk them into doing something for a career…
Me: Yeah, I think she got an abortion...
My brother, Josh: Wow. I was an uncle. I'm like, an ex-uncle. I have a whole new perspective. It's like, I was an uncle to a zygote. And then I wasn't an uncle anymore. Wow.
“Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn...”
– David Whyte (via mishsquish, astroinquiry)
Sleigh Bells - Infinity Guitars
Don’t care...
Humans are so messy. We have feelings, and emotions, and problems, and opinions. We’re paranoid, and loud, and obsessive, and nosy, and ridiculous. The opportunity of meeting someone with little baggage passed me by a long time ago. You reach a certain age where everyone’s life sucks in one way or another, and that’s just how it is. You realize love is something you have to work...
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I can't escape Boobquake. →
A few things:
- I’ll be in Texas for a week starting Tuesday.
- John Cusack: The Ultimate Aphrodisiac.
- I love black people.
At first, the realization that I’ve associated myself with so many bastards had me shoving my fingers down my throat in an attempt to rid my body of the stomach acids that were in an uproar out of sheer disgust, but then I got to really thinking.
Those douchebags, those sonsuhbitches…god bless ‘em, you know? They have to spend the rest of their lives being chump change while you...
