May 2010
2 posts
April 2010
4 posts
Fuck this.
Last night I had a dream that my intestines fell out through my belly button… apparently the dream definition of this is less than good.
Intestine in a Dream | What does it mean when I dream about intestine?
To dream of seeing intestines, signifies you are about to be visited by a grave calamity, which will remove some friend. To see your own intestines, denotes grave situations are...
March 2010
13 posts
February 2010
15 posts
A song I wrote a few summers ago… mixed and...
Apparently...
…Tumblr only let’s you upload one audio file a day. Huh. Didn’t know that. So. TOMORROW I will post a Kitty Jensen original.
P.S. thanks to Step-D for mixing up these here tracks. He’s a real sport.
Here’s a little cover I did of Lucinda...
“It’s a bow-tie, don’t worry.”
– Hannah J.
Astrology according to me
warchildvintage:
victoryismine:
Aries - You’re like a fucking hyperactive child. Take 2 vicodin and call me in the morning.
Taurus - There is absolutely no talking to you. You’re stubborn and narrow-minded. Also possibly a Republican.
Gemini - If you could just fucking shut up for a second that would be great.
Cancer - Someone get this little shit a box of tissues. You are the...
Fashion shmashion...
… or so I used to think. I never followed or cared about high-end fashion up until about last Tuesday. I think it was the little stubborn child inside of me saying, “I don’t care about that shit… I just wear what I like because I like it. I don’t need trends… sheesh!” I spent the better part of today drooling over 2010 Spring/Summer collections from...
Freaking out over Marc Jacobs new ready-to-wear... →
January 2010
39 posts
“A buddy of mine once said, ‘When I go to Rome, I’m gonna do what...”
– Brent.
“I’d help you, but I’m eating cheese.”
– Classmate Jill
“Did you just threaten to pee in his fridge?”
– Overheard at work tonight.
“Poop in my car.”
– The infamous Patrick Owens.
A cabin fever remedy:
On Thursdays at Nye’s Polonaise a splendid little thing happens called The New Primitives. I’ve never considered myself a reggae fan, but every time I hear good reggae, I remember why I should listen to it more. It. Is. Happy. My friends and I sat in our booth sipping our ridiculously expensive drinks (one drawback to Nye’s) and couldn’t help but move. Amy scanned the...
