guess who’s going to see roger waters play the wall @ yankee stadium
me
January 2012
yep
pussy-strut replied to your post: the scent of victoria’s secret “love spell” over…
to paraphrase kanye: why every hair school bitch gotta smell like love spell or that god damn cucumber bath and body works / i can still smell the sweat, shit hardly works
the scent of victoria’s secret “love spell” over morning coffee
i’m in the ninth circle of hair school
barf
i think i need to start “watching my mouth” bc i basically just yell FUCK the second anything disturbs, startles, frustrates me, etc. the N was stupid crowded this morning, and even though i always sit nearest the door that opens at 34th, i could barely stand up to leave as it pulled into the station. it’s pretty common in my experience that when the train is that packed, the people standing in front of the doors step outside the train to allow others to unload, then get back on before it leaves. however, about eight people were standing there as me and maybe four others are going “excuse me, exCUSE me” and they’re just staring out the doors like hoohoo oh am i in ur way? sry, watch me not move :D and then they start STAND CLEAR THE CLOSING DOORSing and i was like FUCK, MOVE except out loud, when i really meant to say it in my head, and i guess my point here is don’t be an idiot, but if you’re going to be an idiot, at least be mobile, and also i think i should stop being such a vulgar cunt.
i will say that audrey h does have the best stank face in film. her staring down the drunk bitches at the party was pretty good. academy award winner best bitch face.
last, last night, we started watching the last ep of season 3 breaking bad (side note: holy shit) and then things got sexy but i didn’t want to miss anything, so carlos went back in netflix and clicked the next result just to have something playing in the background (lol, roommates, right?). this happened to be breakfast at tiffany’s. which i have never seen before bc i don’t really care, but should have known it would make everything fucking impossible as it is absolutely retarded and i couldn’t stop laughing! where the fuck is audrey hepburn’s accent from? and that raging asian, i just couldn’t. abort mission. i am directing this @ icarntspell bc your twenties hacker post reminded me. this movie is a no-no.
I FOUND MY BOX
CARLOS FOUND MY BOX
i started reading infinite jest, but i’m only getting through like 7 pages a day between the commute time and how many times i have to go over passages and sift through end-notes
it’s really good, though, and basically an endless list of all the metaphors you never would have imagined to be so perfect and it’s hard to even find words to describe how awesome his words and phrases are so here:
These worst mornings with cold floors and hot windows and merciless light—the soul’s certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.
so facebook has been replaced with the DIY section of apartmenttherapy.com
i feel as though this will be a long winter
also, i deactivated my facebook a few days ago and i keep getting what i’m guessing is the internet variant of phantom limb syndrome because i keep mousing over the facebook bookmark but it’s not there
