i am so not functional today. went to ohio for the holidays, and i feel like my brain is somewhere on the PA turnpike. not to say that it wasn't a perfectly nice little holiday, because it was. like a good american, i ate too much, slept too much, and then spent too much money on the killer black friday sales. the best deal was a sweater at banana republic for $12.
anyway, you need to hurry up and write a letter. you remember letters, don't you? anyway, mail it today (you remember stamps, don't you?) and help try to save arrested development. it's a valiant effort, but i think we all need to start accepting things and just let the healing begin.
beck.com got a nice little upgrade. me likey this version a whole lot. and i think i could totally rock that crazy plastic DJ bag they got up for sale. hint, hint.
those hipster strokes get over themselves. and get a punchier attitude.
paris hilton has always been an idiot, apparently.
emily dickinson random epigram machine. "Consummation is the hurry of fools, but Expectation the Elixir of the Gods."
and finally, from an australian bar receipt...
2 comments:
aww, that's a shame that it was closed! :( hope you guys are well! and remember:
Ashes denote that Fire was -
Revere the Grayest Pile
For the Departed Creature's sake
That hovered there awile
"come closer...INTO MY MIND!!!!!"
did you and markle have a nice t-giving?
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