have i mentioned
that i f-ing love
the library ?
.
no?
well, i do
(uhhlot).
calico skies
paul mccartney
1.….it’s not there yet
2.….look both ways
3..…misbehave
4.….leave the music on when leaving home, so that it’s playing when you return
5.….say the most with the least
6.….do not invest in penny stocks
7.….i’m not genius, i’m disciplined
8.….ask for a kill fee
9.….relax..…
10...not everything you do is going to be a masterpiece
11...write a daily list of things to do and check them off as they get done
12...avoid compulsively making things worse
13...don’t postpone joy
14...act on anger the next day
15...pay attention to the people who pay attention to you
16...it takes a lot of preparation to be ready for opportunity
17...hire people who are better than you
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= best advice of 2011 (thus far)
i’m also way into these right now.
i’m a new kind a woman.
i’m a new kind a woman.
i’m a don’t take shit from you kind a woman.
killa
tUnE-yArDs
this video.
.
this.
fucking.
video.
got mad burned sunday
and it made my f-ing week.
bring it, ju-ly-ust.
“I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.'”
ps – joanna noticed.
i could care less about the song,
but this video is something else.
OH (!) / AND (!)
speaking of things that are awesome,
i finally bought tickets to play here.
I WIN.
your life
was once so care free
that you combined sleeping
and partying into a single event.
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– dallas clayton
1. We Love To Complain
Don’t complain about us complaining. It’s just our thing. We especially love to complain about the weather. Yes, we know the weather is better in LA. We know! We still want to complain about our weather because it’s ours! The winter is too fucking cold, the summer is disgustingly hot. During the spring, “Oh Gawd, my allergies!” Everyone loves fall.
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dude. i love joji.
why? here’s the sparknotes version:
“she’s cool doggin’ it!”
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also,
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sidecar population 1 (me)
All of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea — whether it is to sail or to watch it — we are going back from whence we came.
him:…tattos?
me:…yes!
him:…show me.
me:…oh, i don’t have any.
him:…_______ ?
me:…i thought you meant we should get some.
the place i found was carved out from sadness and sex
and to write a poem there you merely needed to gather.
these photos belong to mack ludlow.
i don’t know anything about him,
but with a name like that,
i probably should.
my favs include:
do good drug delivery dudes
your friend’s band
me @ my best
Today I really like
this indie-coppola recut
of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
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That’s all.
The weirdest experience I ever had though was with my AP History teacher. She was also very young, maybe 24, and she couldn’t teach for shit. She was pretty cool though and we ended up sparking up a friendship, which, in hindsight, became pretty bizarre. At the time I had just come out of the closet and was the token gay kid in school. She loved that for some reason and would ask me for boyfriend advice. One time she actually made me listen to a voicemail an ex left her and asked for my opinion. I was like, “Um, I don’t know. I still dye my hair blue sometimes.”
Okay, so EAS Sports Nutrition sponsored some rando ex-navy athlete dude to do 30 sports in 30 days in 30 different cities. The premise is a little cool, a little whatever / who cares, but what is f-ing hysterical is the last 20 seconds of his first episode. Oh man. That face! When he swallows their shake!
.
It’s just terrific.
heather just wrote this book +
her cv says felicity huffman is a fan =
pretty / cool
I bet it was so easy for them to budget cut your weekend service. It’s always so fucking easy when you don’t know, when you can’t remember. But you do, right? You remember those weekend afternoons you used to pick me up in front of 9th Street and ride patiently while I got lost in shameless people watching and song surfing until you finished that straight shot commute to the West Village? Crosstown, downtown – that’s all I needed and you did both. You. Did. Both.
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I’m sure, to them, it’s nothing. Probably because they don’t know it’s just a cold weekday morning now. The sun’s is barely up, I’m heading one way, you’re heading another, and no one, not even you or me, is looking for adventure. And we always look away, ignoring each other because we have to. Because we can’t. Because we’re running late. Because we don’t care.
.
but you know what, kid?
i remember how it was.
and that is something.
Personally, I think it’s really important to go to a happy place on Fridays. You know, the kind of place that’s full up on big ass couches and loud ass laughs and smart ass friends who never fail to make sure you’re soooo glad you came. I know, guys. I know. Getting there is a total beast and sometimes you just can’t f-ing make it. So in case today is looking like you might need a shortcut or two, here’s three:
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you’re sexy and other people like you
you’re the sun and the moon
you’re on the aol homepage