May 2009
21 posts
EQUALITY IS NOW ILLEGAL.
I’m so ashamed of you, California. I’m ashamed of this entire country for even tolerating the idea that someone is different based on their sexual preference and, therefore, doesn’t deserve the same legal rights. Does anyone remember a few decades ago when this happened to black people? “Oh my gosh, no! That is so terrible! Racism! How dare they!” It’s the same...
i don't like twilight but this is win.
10 Favorite Songs EVER.
This list was wicked hard for me to make. I love so much music, and I left a lot of songs I consider my “favorite EVER” off. 10. Don’t Stop Believin’ - Journey 09. Alison - Elvis Costello 08. Lily (My One And Only) - Smashing Pumpkins 07. Coin-Operated Boy - Dresden Dolls 06. Demolition Lovers - My Chemical Romance 05. It Don’t Mean A Thing - Duke Ellington/Ella...
Today, I bought a candy bar from a vending machine. It almost didn't come out, but then it did. It was tasty. MLIA
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ingenious →
but for some reason, i have the strangest urge to go rob a bank and buy babycakes clothing now. hm.
Trendy Festival-itis or Livin' On A Prayer (Day...
Did I mention that I am now in love with Paul Griffiths? Because I am. Someone please clone him for me. Thank you.
Let’s start the post about Day Two by talking about the ridiculous hotel we stayed at. The Renaissance. We had been guaranteed a room with two beds, etc, you know the drill. When we got there they told us the only room they had for us was one with one king-sized bed. Three of us in...
“90 PEOPLE GET THE SWINE FLU AND EVERYBODY WANTS TO WEAR A MASK. A MILLION PEOPLE...”
– re-blogged from…somewhere.
If you ever want to feel old, go to a trendy...
[taken from buzznet, credit to jiscilla]
WARNING: Nothing I say should ever be taken seriously.
So let me preface this with the fact that I’ve been planning for Bamboozle since about February, when I found out No Doubt was the headliner for the second day of the festival. As the list of artists grew, I became more and more stoked because it was becoming, as I affectionately nicknamed it, a “90’s...
someone please motivate me to finish this story....
She could still remember the day she first met him, before she’d dropped out. He seemed a little too old to be in school, but he was there, crouched and hidden underneath a stairwell with his backpack full of tricks. His hair looked filthy - like he hadn’t washed it in weeks. It was long and black, seemed slick from grease, and formed around his face perfectly. He looked up at her intently...
