Blackberry Jim quit work today after he threw coffee at our boss & mooned him. The emotional rollercoaster a friend’s suicide puts you through is nightmarish at times, but that was fucking funny.
My coworker & friend committed suicide this weekend. He was a brilliant, kind man who loved his kids. I’m going to miss you, Jimmy. Hell, I do already.
Dear American Eagle,
Why can you not sew decent pockets? When I put my phone in my pocket, I want it in my pocket, not on the floor. Thank you,
Capt. Obvious.
In case you were wondering why I’d reblog a post about baby names…
Yep, Brooke has a baby in her.
The due date is Cinco de Mayo: ¡ole!
congrats, Daryn & Brooke!
Life Update
I’m developing a potentially serious case of the travel bug. Symptoms include:
- Browsing pictures of my 3 month long ‘move’ to mexico.
- Coming out of a relationship eerily similar to the one that drove me to take said trip.
- The urge to read On the Road for the 15th time.
- Increased appetite for living impulsively.
- Becoming lazy/bored at work.
Who’s coming with me?
GPOYW: waking up from my lunch break nap
my sister-in-law is seriously a sweetheart.
Craigslisters who bail the fuck out on a sale:
Are not my friends.
Sometimes Dan Savage is a dumb fuck.
The string arrangement on God Only Knows is fact and proof of angels.
- Bono at Brian Wilson’s induction to the UK Music Hall of Fame, demonstrating how hyperbole can sometimes work in U2 lyrics but not in music critiscm. (via jeffrubinjeffrubin)
God I hate Bono.
M.I.A. & BLAQSTARR - S.U.S. [Save Ur Soul]
(cover of Tom Waits’ Way Down In the Hole)
Nothing says, “I’m tired of trying to be cool” quite like decals on the back of your 1984 Nissan Sentra that say DROWN THY ENEMIES IN BLOOD.