Tee: I'm in one of those moods. I need to go to the gym and I don't want to.
Me: Then don't.
Tee: No! People have been telling me I've been getting fat.
Me: Well, the next person that says that, say: "Like your top lip?"
Deeps and Tee: *silence*
Me: ...and then punch them in the mouth.
Deeps: Oh my god, did my sister make a funny?! I AM SO PROUD.

Fall Out Boy make teen-punk tragedies for the star-crossed Romeos and Juliets of the text-message set, and bassist Pete Wentz lives the script
-by Brian Hiatt, Rolling Stone Magazine, February 2007.


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So yeah, I was supposed to give this run-down on the FOB show we went to in Orlando on January 20th, but real-life? Pretty much TOOK OVER.

But the best parts of this whole thing were simply these: Ali made this happen for me, in terms of tickets and hotel accomodation; and Lisa bought herself tickets to fly with me and come to the concert, and ( Read more... )

So my friend lowpoejai and I will be travelling TOGETHER to see FOB in Orlando with my friend nooneslatina on Saturday. So we'll be flying from Jamaica on Friday and spending the night with Lisa's family in Fort Lauderdale and then flying again in the morning to Orlando to meet up with Ali at the Hard Rock. Lisa just told me that she wished she could spend that night ( Read more... )

I was in a weird coma-like state today. For some reason, they couldn't wake me. I mean, I woke at 8 am, ate some pizza and then went back into bed...until 10 pm. My brother was pretty frantic when he had to rouse me to get something to eat so I could take my antibiotics. Strange, huh? And I still feel like I could sleep some more ( Read more... )

New Year's Day: Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. ~Mark Twain

Happy New Year, Loves! This year is going to be fantastic. I will be going to a FOB concert on January 21 in Orlando. nooneslatina is taking me and we're going to have illegal amounts of fun. So maybe I ( Read more... )

Okay, so sorrel is a traditional Jamaican drink made from the red buds of this plant; the drink comes out blood-red, and if you go to someone's house in the Christmas season and they don't offer you a drink of sorrel, you have the right to deride their lack of class. Not really, but my mother had a bottle of unsweetened sorrel in the fridge, and my ( Read more... )

So my brother and I both hate taking out the garbage, because the skip is so far away from the apartment (in the same complex, but still. Far). So we're here carefully placing detritus in the bin, and it's getting a little out of hand, because I'm not gonna take it out and he's not, either, but apparenty it's getting to him, because he just burst ( Read more... )

Today is my brother's birthday, and in celebration of that, I now present a conversation he had with me on my cell, on his way to work. For all you uncool ones, "popping a wheelie" is when a bike-rider balances on his back-wheel and lifts his front-wheel in the air.

Deeps: I just saw a guy pop a wheelie past a bus-stop of pedestrians. I don't think ( Read more... )

Alright, so I'm obsessed with the Dog Whisperer on National Geographic. I like dogs, and I like being dominant, so it works out, you know?

I will now proceed to quote Cesar Milan:

"I'm going to herd him! I will be a German Shepherd.....a Mexican German Shepherd."

tee-hee.