fuck you chuck klosterman
A couple of my reviews made it onto BYT's list of "best music writing of the year," which is not saying much.
bros over hohohos
my dad sent me this from when my parents had my 3 brothers over to their house in Kansas City for latkes on december 25. ours is a confusing faith. but this picture makes me laff out loud.
notice the sweatshirts: Indianapolis (Colts! used to be in Baltimore!) and Maryland (muhfukkin Colts used to be in Baltimore!). pride.
archiving is boring, sorry, University of Maryland grads you know who you are
my last day at work is this wednesday, so i spent all day cleaning out my computer files. I had a bunch of compromising photos saved in my personal folder that I had to get rid of quick, so I uploaded them to flickr for your viewing pleasure. these are from all time periods, all brands of shenanigans, but you can't look if you're not my flickr friend, so stop trying pervo.
they sure are starting early these days
this is the onesie that my boss bought her friends who recently had a baby. they live in Virginia and thought this would be appropriate. turns out it wasn't.
after the money's gone
i'm back from NYC. this weekend my friend from college was up there for work and his company threw a swanky awards party at a club in honor of green businesses. There was open bar and gift bags full of organic coffee and makeup and shiz. There were also fake celebrities such as that one girl from Bring it On and Serena's gay brother from Gossip Girl. Then we went to a club where LiLo and SamRo had apparently just left and some bigwig with my friend's company bought us a private table with bottle service and like a personal champagne slave. The club was full of hella douchey guys but they were playing jamz so i dry humped with abandon. That was the highlight of my trip, but other activities included bagels, pizza, dirty stoli martinis, more jamz at douchey hotel bars, Princess Superstar spinning at the worst little rave in brooklyn, brunch at the most delicious egg house in Williamsburg, coffee, naps and Mtv, ramen bowl on stools in front of fogged window at vietnamese hole in wall in the village. then i nearly barfed on a small child in front of 30 rock and it was time to catch the bolt home.
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this is not a fashion blog
however, i just want to look like this all the time. every day. please and thank you.
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