Tuesday, August 31, 2010

I love it when I don't know how to blog...

and all my pictures get cut off so it looks like the people in the image are exiting stage right. Or is it left? Fuck acting class.

I love having twitter mobile alerts...

because I feel like Tegan and Sara and Lady Gaga are texting me.

CNN...

Thanks for always telling me the most important news.



I h8 u sometimes hollywood. I have Perez Hilton for such things.

BUT HEY MARGARET CHO ON DANCING WITH THE STARS? CAN I GET A HOLLAAA



You go girl.

Justin Bieber...

Can you get out of my head please?



Also I think I have that shirt, you lesbian.

Monday, August 30, 2010

I hate it when I'm eating chocolate raisins...

and the fucking chocolate gets all up in my teeth grooves and hurts like a shit. I don't think this happens to anyone else. Maybe nestle puts some tooth pain serum in their chocolate I don't know but let me just tell you it ruins the experience of eating chocolate raisins.



Chocolate rain on my fucking teeth parade.

I feel so fucking cool...



When I'm cruisin' down 34th. There was this Indian guy in a car next to me totally groovin' to some ethnic music (probably Benny Lava), and I was like "yeah you go girl get it!!"..... until the light turned green and he continued to drum the dashboard enthusiastically with both hands while accelerating. It wasn't so funny anymore.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

People in my pool...

stop looking like Ron Jeremy.



I'll probably never swim in there.

Ice cream sandwiches...

I ate....too many of you...



you have become...a main food group

P.S.: photo cred @ ZESTYCOOK.COM WOW

New apartments...

you make me lazy yet inspired.



Huh.

My mom is a liar...

because I never got those fucking cat plates



Alcohol makes me bold

This is a lazy Sunday.