December 2010
50 posts
so, i bought doug fallout 3 for christmas.
at least i thought i was buying for him. but then i just spent the last 3 hours in front of the tv making my dude wander around post apocalyptic dc while listening to cole porter.
i am still bad at video games and will always be. but fallout rules!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The White Sade: I just started watching Weeds to... →
sade:
and am I the only one fucking annoyed by Nancy? Like, the bitch pisses me off so much and I’m only at the end of season 2.
You have huge eyes and you know how to bug them out and bat your lashes real big. Congratulations. You’re still a shitty, self-involved parent even though you mention your…
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT HAVE I BEEN SAYING ABOUT NANCY. AND HER FUCKING ICED COFFEE STRAW...
“I’m not a ~feminist~
I just believe in equality of the sexes.”
– a lot of people (via electricdrink)
metal heart - cat power
“The Balkans aren’t worth the bones of a single Pomeranian grenadier”
– Bismark. Deal with it. You, Balkans, you. (via takeitanddevouritall)
I don’t know how to make a gif of Bismarck Dealing With It but a part of me wants to.
Mike? Charlotte?
(via electricdrink)
i feel like the sunglasses need to be a monocle in his case.
“The fact that anyone can be labeled a slut, at any time, with any level of...”
– (via filledor) i really want to attribute this but the internet won’t let me figure out who said it first.
since the age of eight, i’ve been identified as the grandchild/cousin/niece who “likes to read and write.” this means i always get books and journals for christmas. really pretty journals with nice cream-colored paper and pearl inlay or ones with elaborate flowers printed on the cover and cloth binding. basically, journals i would never in a million years buy for myself....
to: my body. re: feeling sick.
i can’t figure out if it’s “again” or “still”.
no sleep ‘til christmas! this (manic) episode is brought to you by bipolar™!
know what's awesome?
when you’re addressing christmas cards and can’t remember a friend from philly’s address, so you google street view the intersection by them and look at the number on their house. except, blair’s house is a mansion so i couldn’t see the number. so i just looked at the neighbor’s. IT’S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.
things said in the last 24 hours immediately...
“i am the haley joel osmont of giving out cigarettes” - me
that, but twenty more times
teacupadventure asked: eeeee thank you! I am for fiesty girl music in all of its manifestations.
teacupadventure asked: eeeee thank you! I am for fiesty girl music in all of its manifestations.
oh, uh, oops. i just realized i need snowboots.
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soda pop rip-off - slant 6
so i’m writing a...
I was trying to explain to my mother why I wasn't...
gronlandicedit:
and I realized it was basically futile to try and explain to her why music has been hard the past few weeks.
Then I realized how futile it is to ever explain to her why music is hard. No one should ever try to explain why music is hard to anyone who isn’t a musician. Real talk: they will never understand the insanity that drove you to pursue this career. And that’s OK, you...
whiskeyandgoatsmilk:
Ryan Adams- Come Pick Me...
charlotte: you are never online at home!
charlotte: so weird!
doug disconnected
charlotte: WELP
i don’t remember ever having a log-in for a gawker media site. so i was lolzin all weekend about their security breach. BUT THEN i got an email telling me MY password had been stolen. but i was- like, what? because when did i even make an account? am i going to have to change all of my passwords from the name of one of my childhood pets? jesus.
also, why isn’t the gawker page just big...
never meant - american football
winter is...
i’m starting to wonder what ian svenonious does besides walk around dc eating pastries.
i am asshole, hear me roar
charlotte: you are a fucking machine
linz: i feel nautious.
linz: machines dont feel nautious.
charlotte: also machines can probably spell nauseous
charlotte: ZING
when you’re alone in your room, do you ever blast yann tiersen over your speakers so that your life becomes the scene in a movie where the main character realizes a hard truth and starts crying uncontrollably, while the camera cuts to slow backwards dollies away from the other characters, and close ups of your eyes blinking back water?
WHAT? NO. I ASKED FIRST.
