June 2010
50 posts
Reasons I might share my beverage (straw or glass) with you:
1. We made out one time and it wasn’t too long ago so there might not have been many ladies with herp since then.
2. I can imagine making out with you so logically I have to excuse it.
3. You’ve made me feel really bad/awkward/embarrassed about my OCD and I’m just doing it so you think I have gotten over this...
Leon Crawl: Wait how do I reblog this? →
I guess I can’t. But actually I have only a little to say about it, which is that my post from last night wasn’t about gender at all. Like not even a little. The people who write the “Real 90s” blog are women, I guess? Is that the issue here?
“Girls, like gay men, like lists,” according to this post
Ok. I don’t normally like to get involved in Tumblr wars, or wars of any kind (in...
Tricks of the Trade!
Looking for a safe and easy way to self-tan??
Get a job at a coffee shop! When no one’s looking, rub coffee grinds on yourself. It might hurt at first, but then it will feel OK! Results in just a few minutes! Make sure to cover every inch of your body. If someone happens to catch you, shrug and say, “Clumsy me!”
WARNING: It might just like you’re covered in dirt at...
love my brother
max: mom just went into her room and closed the door. i guess she’s moody about something.
me: moody about what?
max: i dunno, she just gets moody around the holidays, you know.
me: haha what holiday is this?
max: it’s almost 4th of july. …wait, wouldn’t that be funny if that were true? if mom got moody every 4th of july?…remember gremlins? remember why phoebe...
another sunday
absentmindedly using
as if it were
seeing a new dentist because i grind my teeth 24...
new dentist: you don’t seem at all like you’re from LA.
me: thank you.
new dentist: well, you ARE incredibly laid back.
me: nope! i’m super anxious! even right now!
trying to quell the urge to tumbl meaningful song lyrics, like i’m in 8th grade and tumblr is the margin of my dailyplanner.
speaking of which, “i don’t care who you are, as long as you love me”…??!?!?!?! what a terrible message. whatever, i grew out of those repeat to fade songs long ago.
bill hader: i’ll just have a small latte
me: ok, great
bill hader: oh actually could i have it hot?
me: ok, no problem
bill hader: yeah i like to be hot…when it’s hot out..
me: yeah i like to get hot…in the heat…
really stoked on my this recording article because i got like 40 new tumblr followers.
hey guys. i’m gonna make this worth your while.
When I Was Young:
bluefugate:
durgapolashi:
bluefugate:
secondbalcony:
I thought Agota Kristoff was a funny way to say Agatha Christie.
I thought Jay Lenno was a funny way to say John Lennon.
I didn’t think György Lukács was a funny way to say George Lucas but goddammit I came close.
I thought Mick Jagger was McJagger; Lucille Ball was Lucy O’Ball; Guccio Gucci was Gucci O’Gucci. Dad thought Eminem was...
It was a little raunchy. You know, it’s the kind of thing you need to be...
– my dad, after seeing Get Him to the Greek alone
“I think I’ll have to go home and watch Two Guys a Girl and a Pizza Place to fall asleep. I’ve never seen it and don’t really know what it is, but it sounds really light.”
-Olivia, after we saw Cropsey, the most upsetting movie of all time.
the original version of this song makes me very emotional. so you can imagine what this owen pallett violin cover does to me.
steve jobs on the new iphone! can't wait!
“When most people increase the megapixels, they make the pixel sensors smaller. We’ve kept them the same size so they capture more photons,” Jobs said during his unveiling of the iPhone 4.
lol, what?
The iPhone 4 will include a built-in gyroscope “I can’t wait to see what you guys are going to do,” Jobs told the developers after he had debuted the gyroscope.
A gyroscope...
my summer plan? to look out my window, pick who has the best backyards/lounge chairs/above ground pools (i live near some brooklyn italians) and befriend them.
my method for turning strangers into lifelong friends? easy. lay down a trail of reese’s pieces. dress them up in my mother’s clothes.