Monthly Archives: February 2010
trapped in a well and everything is slow mo..
love this band, hearts for rainy daaaays..
edward sharpe show tomorrow night!!!!
i’m about as excited as my mother gets in the “as seen on tv” store..oh, snaaaap!
so.damn.dope.
i’d facebook less and work a little harder if i had alexander wang’s desk..just sayin’
paging dr. fucking bizarro..
why do i feel like this is for community service..?
i’d like to dedicate this next song..
..to my creepy landlord, a couple ex-boyfriends and that spencer pratt character..
your swagger is mick jagger..
the unused japan lookbook still makes me sooo happy..jay z ain’t got nothin’ on this guy..except maybe some teeth
rad meets swiss family robinson meets barneys
if i were 12 and ran away from home this is totally what i’d do. i’d take all my best homies and hideout in the woods, making bike trail/ramp/path/jump thingies and just tear shit up. i’d swear and bleed and … Continue reading
pretty much every morning..
and everytime the mcribb comes back..
go somewhere. be someone.
just make sure you pack clean undies..
if RABBIT was human..
and not a cartoon character this is what he would look like. gay with balls for daaays..this is why christopher robin ignores you. i need a garden.
this song is so stinkin’ fuzzy..
makes me want to travel the globe handing out baskets full of cupcakes, babies, low-fives and kittens. i adore you, no really.
how’s it going, royal ugly dudes?
where the hell is sandy when ya need her?!
dude. no.
suicide sucks. rip mcqueen. thanks for putting hearts in our eyes.
“i got some serious gangster skill…”
…you will never look at a pair of “dark side of the moon” boxers the same.
got me feelin’ so crazy..
the perfect song for the perfect rainy day..minus my bed and a boy….ok, and maybe a percocet
dedicating my life to their capture..
lord of the flies-style..
yo, teddy! kick it like this..
mondays and bobby brown. life’s good.
still. on. repeat. ears. bleeding. ipod. dying.
i will go straight moose on your ass if you fight me on this one. it’s too delicious to retire..
show and tell in hell..
“i honestly have no idea why the sight of beef jerky makes me shit myself.” -billy, age 45
lime disease shmime disease..
pretty much my favorite band of last year.. i don’t know who olivia is but i want her cartoon drawin’ man…last thing a man gave me was a parking ticket.. pretty
nobody puts baby in the corner..
she can only sit front row with shoes like these..ah.mazing.
there once was a russian who was super mad..
my worst nightmare….except substitute the old lady with a racoon..and in my dream i’m in a pinto. good. god.
lets be besties..
i promise to not stalk the shit out of you, you little muffin, you..
passport is expired…
…and i really want to be in london right now.
star wars is not will.i.am smacking perez hilton…
…ever wonder what it’s like to hang out with us on a sunday afternoon after a mimosa heavy brunch? it’s pretty much this.
don’t say we never gave you anything…
without Reading Rainbow, i would not be the genius i am today.
