so, i'm sure i could have also done this with rilo kiley or something because clearly i am in love with them or whatever which is pretty obnoxious because i really didn't think much of them back in the day, a.k.a. three years ago, and this means i was wrong. which is not on! but anyway, i really really really love the smiths even more, so remember ( Read more... )

right, right, who did i steal this from again? you know ( Read more... )

ahurhurhurhurhur. nice job, msnbc. way to like...yeah. why do i even bother ( Read more... )

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so here's why i am a failure!
i was watching unwrapped last night on food network, and they did a segment on blintzes. so i think to myself "i used to love blintzes! i could make blintzes!" now i was all set to adapt the riccotta recipe from page 107 of how it all vegan (YOU know what i mean) and take out all the vegetables and replace them with ( Read more... )

i don't even know why i click on internet links anymore. i don't even know if i am surprised or shocked or saddened anymore. really, i'm just bored. and annoyed. and not feeling magically informed about all the things going on in the world these days. effing yawn ( Read more... )

esther greenwood syndrome? anti-social (not "antisocial") tendencies for sure. people are flawless when they are merely handmade clothing or beautiful hair or a kind smile for no reason or an accent. but the illusion always (well, not ALWAYS, i suppose. to be fair.) shatters once they speak to you. this is symptomatic of something bigger a'course, ( Read more... )

yesterday i was over on milwaukee putting up posters at reckless records (and quimby's. and like, the street...) and there was this trailer-thing with glass sides, and near the top was a big banner that said "only in mexico!" or something. it was full of sand, and lit up to look all sunny and junk, and there was a beach chair and towels and an ( Read more... )

stuff i am most likely bringing for not-thanksgiving: