February 2011
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January 2011
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i hate calling people out on their shit, not because i can’t do it well but because i feel like half the shit i call people out on is shit that they shouldn’t be pulling in the first place. bottom line is this: if you’re in the position to help a friend in this shitfest of an economy, work out the karma and DO IT. at the end of the day, it’s not a matter of who has the...
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jesse eisenberg and mark zuckerberg just shook hands on snl. just so you know, one was in the facebook movie, the other created facebook. i wonder if there are fanboys and girls watching this on their tvs and going apeshit, because to me, this event, which apparently is setting twitter abuzz, is the equivalent of anticipating a tsunami but only experiencing light rain. or more like a volcano...
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is it wrong for me to assume that your love for exotic cars (and posting pictures of them in your online photo album) ups your douchebag status? yes/no? who cares? yeah. ok.
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Ugandan gay rights activist, David Kato bludgeoned... →
CNN article Huffington Post
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my neighbor’s hyperactive son (age 6) recently decided to channel his energy into playing the flute. an hour ago, it was “yankee doodle dandy” and “we wish you a merry christmas” on repeat. but i’m thinking his parents got sick of that real fast because now he’s back to screaming at the top of his lungs again. oh, old reliable.
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Few Students Show Proficiency in Science, Tests... →
So much for that “Sputnik” generation.
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sign i’m getting old: when i refer to the song “rumpshaker” and some of the people around me are all, “what’s that?”
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Day 3/31: Today I am thankful for...
achimhardingphotography:
Painkillers, penicillin and gauze pads and “soft foods”. Yesterday I got all 4 of my wisdom teeth out. I was not in too much pain. I just had trouble sleeping. But I am thankful that everything went well. Nothing really to complain about. Hopefully will be back to normal soon. Till then I will enjoy all the apple sauce, soup, and ice cream my body can take
hi there....
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friday evening, in my pj’s, awaiting my request of a large bag of cool ranch doritos, drinking a sprite and eating from a bag of mini hershey’s kisses labeled “perfect for baking.” so damn sexy.
my best friend gave me her facebook login and password. she thinks i’m missing out. after about a year without it, the speed at which i’m clicking through pictures and connections and facts about people is frightening me. i feel like i’ve just rediscovered crack and while i know that it’s very bad for me, it feels so good to be naughty. oh my god. help me.
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i call this orderly chaos
me: dreamt last night that nazis took over a local high school and were about to behead me (of all things) in the schoolyard. luckily, i was able to escape through a hole in the chainlink fence (thank god for queens and youth’s total disregard for property) and went for the closest car possible. only halfway through my escape, i realize that i’m driving a black mercedez benz suv...
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NYTimes: Fashionably Chic for Library Life →
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I had a 9 a.m. breakfast with my friend Elizabeth Spiers at Morandi. As we both work from home, we’ve decided to do this twice a week in 2011. I wore Uniqlo tights, Valentino flats, a polka-dot dress by Lewis Cho and a Burberry coat. Then to the library again, but I left in the afternoon to come home and write in white Helmut Lang jeans and a blue Rag & Bone button-down.
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Christian Bale's Motherfucking Face
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the 2nd one
Important.
in my wildest dreams of what a catholic mass should be, i’d totally have him standing by the altar making those faces every sunday. only then would i attend religiously.
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and here’s to the powers-that-be for putting it all in perspective. just got a call that my mother’s best friend died yesterday, in hospice care. she hadn’t been returning calls and i think she wanted to go without anyone fussing over her. haven’t spoken to my best friend in about two months. seriously makes you think about things.
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sad and annoyed. i’m raging, craving brownies and made a batch out of a recipe that i found online that was accompanied by a photo that looked amazing. the result was a complete and utter failure and reminds me everyday that i really need to just stick with the savories because i can’t bake sweets for the life of me.
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Tertiary streets. I don’t even know what that is. Maybe it’s where...
– Patrick Bahnken, EMS Union
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New Yorkers: City Council Hearing on Blizzard on...
it’s so disheartening to hear that nearly every policy is antiquated— oh yes, this includes the 911 switchboard from 1995 that’s “long overdue for an update,” that left backlogged calls, unanswered calls and deaths during this storm.
well wtf, ny?
i’m that girl that has to pee, but forgets, then six hours later when she’s walking out of the subway, says to herself, “oh my god, yes! you have to pee!” only to find herself a block away from her apartment when an elderly woman asks for her assistance crossing the street at .0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001 miles per hour and the urge is like a searing pain...
somehow i was convinced to stay where i was and...
i wish tumblr had a hide button or else i wouldn’t have had to throw it up to the sky and unfollow someone because he wouldn’t shut the fuck up about today’s shooting. i really have no desire to see this monster’s picture updated on my dashboard everytime you find a new one on the news. also, photos of this guy’s face through various stages of his life isn’t...
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you don’t wanna piss off deena like that. even if we’re tiny...
– snooki
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though the adam levine naked prostate cancer awareness ads are a big old exclamation mark in themselves, i want to know who that girl is who gets to cover his junk with her hands because judging from the position, it looks like she’s got her face planted in his butt and that can be most unfortunate.