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Today, my friend brought this oeuvre du chocolat back from Shanghai.
HALP ME.
It is not too late for me to get married in Beverly Hills on 9/02/10.
I will annul the day after. I just need this to happen.
Love,
Someone who never watched Beverly Hills 90210, but is keen on dumb yuk-yuks.
is that I never use search to look up artists exclusively and whittle down the entire library during a listening session.
One minute I’m getting all hormonal to Ben Sollee on the cello; the next, I’m all, “Whaaaaaaa, I didn’t know he made a remix of Benny Benassi’s Satisfac—oh.”
Life is like a box of choklits.
Isa and I decided to embark on a new entrepreneurial venture recently, and since we’re just starting up, I thought I’d make our business cards and save some of our resources for other, more important things.
Gon’ be rollin’ in da benjamins, WHAT.
Sorry about the layout flip-flopping, I know it’s bad for my cReDz and my internet pReSeNz. But after redesigning the blog a few weeks ago, I abruptly woke up from a misguided sense of self-satisfaction after I managed to pick my lazy ass off the floor to do something and realized that my quickie of a layout was cheaper than a “diamond” ring on the candy rack at Walgreen’s.
But now I have a new header! New pages! Sh!t’s all sh!ny!
Because guess what, guys—I turned down my friends tonight for a showing of “Remember Me” to get it on with the HTML instead.
Who’s DTF?
via yiennydee
Spring break has been great because of one thing and one thing only, guys.
It’s either vampires or Photoshop skillz for this broad.
Can’t buy my luv~
via Ads of the World
Really makes me want to get my period this very second.
ALL HONESTY OVER HERE.
“I’m going to wear a tube top and I don’t care if I get pregnant!”
“Shut up freezer! You’re being controversial!”
Can you name the programming language based on its Hello, World syntax? -
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
You’ve reached the end of the internet and it’s dark over here.
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Tears are running down my face and I’m getting dehydrated.
I meant to say this the other night during the Oscars, but Quentin Tarantino strikes me as an absolute toolbag I would never be friends with. Unless he wanted to share his money with me. Then I’d say whatever he wanted me to. (jk - “cant buy me love” - the beatles, “love dont cost a thing” - jlo)
ESPN not only sasses me but thinks I'm going to take it sitting down -
so I decided to liveblog the game myself. But then I figured out that every single media outlet in the UK had already done it.
Though I’m still going to give props:
“Midfielder Alberto Aquilani finally found a performance to justify his £17 million price tag…”
So foin.
“Peace brought narcolepsy. The European nations devoted the first half of the twentieth century to slaughtering one another and the second half to drowning their sorrows in consumption. Toward the end of the twentieth century, exhausted by their sufferings and their pleasures, they placed themselves in the care of politicians, entertainers, and philosophers who taught the poisonous doctrine that politics must be little for individuals to become big. Then the peoples of Europe fell asleep. If they later failed to awaken, they might well remain rich. However, they would also be less equal, less free, and less great.” — Reberto Mangabeira Unger in The Self Awakened, on why “if the world could vote it would vote to become Sweden rather than the United States”