February 2011
141 posts
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lego! →
unknown.
unknown numbers on my phone make me nervous… and a little bit excited.
i'm a preteen boy. CLASSIC. →
thanks, huffington post. →
le sigh. can i go back to italy now? →
bananas that this is so top secret and under the... →
“you wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”
– song of solomon, toni morrison (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
i miss danny zuko. →
i don't want any of these jobs. →
get ready.
i’m at TV and that means twitter for 5 hours… so there’s a HUGE queue of links comin’ atcha.
oops.
just saw the phrase “bookperk” and thought that i saw “borkperk” which is funny… since there are NO perks to borking. ever. not up for discussion.
iced passion tea.
with splenda. the best.
perhaps a little on the cold side to be carrying it around downtown crossing without gloves…
blows my mind to see this quantified. →
i hope she marries myspace. →
too cool for school... and me apparently since i... →
elephant toms.
i bought them!
as much as i love this song, listening to the... →
“happy birthday… a little late.”
– the bouncer at paradise.
… my birthday was aboutttt 6 weeks ago, buddy. but i appreciate the sentiment!
buff chix.
obsessed with anything that tastes like it.
gorgeous. →
atomic wedgie.
you have one.
damn.
damn wicka-wicka damn.
“But stand tall, single girl. Stop fretting about your ring finger, and worry...”
– Jane Ganahal
food for thought. a little heavy on the being single rocks buut i liked it.
fever.
for bieber.
bill, you sly dawg. →
“he’s a cancer promoting bastard.”
– marottca
