March 2009
my serotonin’s rationed, i’m coughing,
i kind of caught the blues
– endless entertainment - bright eyes
(but i didn’t catch the blues this year, and i’m endlessly thankful for this)
The 1940s was a period between the radical 1930s and the conservative 1950s
– says wikipedia. i want to be the 1940s, by this definition. i want to be the interim, get me?
question
why would a man wear a kilt on a cold, wet, pacific-northwestern morning? it seriously could not have been more than 43F outside in a concrete, open “building” and the dude was wearing a manshirt. the fuck? maybe he assumed his legfur would keep him warm? but what about his junk, people?
perspective
me: 140 days until germany
wizza: 7 days until disneyworld
me: there's no way you can equate germany and disneyworld
wizza: i know, mine's better
This is why you're fat. →
if you ever want to be completely and utterly disgusted with america and people as a whole, this is the only site you need. excuse me while i cry and gag simultaneously.
The Secret World of Serge Gainsbourg →
article by vanity fair. i love him just a little/lot a bit more, goodness gracious.