January 2011
14 posts
Oh Regina Spektor, your music videos will never fail to give me the heebie jeebies. Oh well… you make me feel bettuh.
Dressing for Success.
Okay, I usually don’t write about people’s horrible fashion mistakes, but someone’s repetitive mistakes have angered me so much I had to get it out of my head. (Then maybe later I’ll do something productive.)
So I don’t get sued or any mumbo jumbo like that, I’m not going to say the name of the person this is about. (If you’re in band, her name rhymes...
Silly Paul.
Paul: what answers did you get for the stat quiz
Me: I don't know. I'm not home.
Paul: Can you let me know when you do
Me: That's cheating!
Paul: Shut up travis, youre supposed to cheat on a take home quiz
Me: Well dang. You're being mean, so no!
Paul: Well if you did one wrong then you want to know also
Me: Nahh... I'm good. Stop trying to save yoself.
Paul: Whatever, idk why I would want your answeres anyway
Me: Me either... but have fun making yourself feeling superior after I denied your request.
Paul: Whatever
“You can’t really be an animal lover and be a jerk.”
– Because throwing red paint on runway models, refusing to let fashion executives enter their respective workplaces and scorning people for killing cockroaches makes you a saint.
MLK Day.
More commonly referred to as Milk Day. And by “more commonly” I mean, “I call it Milk Day.”
So far I’ve spent the day reorganizing my desk area and I began to wonder: where the crap does dust come from?! I mean, I know where it comes from but, where does it come from?!?!
Can somebody please uninvent dust?
“Where badass is, sexy follows.”
– CK