Its Music Video Friday!!!

This is hands down the worst music video of all time. Kim Carnes is like a creepy singing and dancing Kathleen Turner (boner shrinker)and there is a totally DV vibe in the chorus when the ensemble starts slapping each other in the face.

Stanley Cup

Lets Go For A Drive Before It Gets Dark

In This Economy?!?!?

I think I finally figured out where to blow my savings: at the Giraffe Manor! Boasting on their website, "The Giraffe Manor is an elegant, personally hosted, small and exclusive hotel, famous for its resident herd of giraffe," this is a place where you can literally feed giraffes the bacon you dont plan on eating FROM THE BREAKFAST TABLE!

While part of my says, Spring Break 09! Another part of me says, its all fun and games until the giraffes give a tourist a rare form of Ebola that has no cure.

RedRum

Decisions Decisions!

Daily Mantra

The Wind Beneath My Swings

Rare Creature in His Natural Habitat

When we recently sat down in a cozy little tavern in Reinbeck, something really clicked with the bar's atmosphere and Jasie's aesthetic. As Jasie sat down to review the menu of ruebens and dips, it was almost as if he disappeared against the umber walls. Suddenly his menu was no longer a list of food stuffs, but a vast volume by Hesse or Dostoyevsky. Such camouflage is remarkable.

Monday's Socks

Get 'er done.

Its Music Video Friday!!!

I'm obsessed with Boy Crisis. Things you can do to this song:

1. Try on clothes in front of a full length mirror
2. Email your parents asking for money
3. Grind with strangers
4. Hit the gym!
5. Eat really fast!
6. Dance in your kitchen while frying an egg!
7. Dance in your bathroom while clipping your toe nails!
8. Dance in the hallway while you pick up your shoes!
9. Dance in the dark while youre looking for the light switch!
10. Dance in your cubical like your boss is Helen Keller!

Winged Vibrations

The whooping crane is a particularly finicky bird. It needs a square mile around its nest to be comfortable! High maintenance. All this princessy behavior has gotten these birds into some hot water because now they are a dwindling society that cant really live with humans and cant really migrate because they are embarrassed.

But here's the thing: They can't live without humans either! This NYT article is all about Operation Migration - which is basically a bunch people who dress up like whooping cranes and fly quiet little airplanes to guide the birds through their migration pattern. See picture:



I know I've been doing a lot of bitching about my future lately. But I mean, I'm pretty sure this is it: I'm going to build a quiet, little submarine, pose as mother whale and lead pod pilgrimages through the waters of Hawaii.

God, Are you there? Its me, Fuck Up.

Last night I had a dream I did whip-its.

This Is Why I Didn't Catch The Bouquet

I am only so athletic.

"I think its a talent of mine"

Emily has been making dolls online. This is the doll she made of herself, but she also made ones for Jas and Maggie that I can't put on my blog for some reason because of all those stupid secret cyber rules.

This doll looks like a Chuckie-Japanimation Emily. Haunting.

If You Can Pop Them They Aren't Contagious

Portland, You Look HelLA In This Picture.

This Weekend Was The Broves Wedding

Pace's mom gave me an Andy Warhol finger puppet that was too small for my finger.


This is when Pace told John's grandma about strippers tying him up at his bachelor party. I think she liked being at the kids table.


Bridal Luncheon. Pass the salad and Chardonnay!


I ate Pho while Pace got her hair done. Pho was the only lunch option because it was directly across the street and I didn't want to ditch the bride on a snack mission. It tasted 'a little too healthy.' Pace's mom, Diana took control while I dwelled over wasted snack money.



When we got home, John was already dressed like a pro and making a playlist.



Broves family prepares to unite.



Gold dust woman.

There is something very Amish about this picture, no?




I think my birthday party is going to be wedding themed.

My Dad is Axl Rose

The band my dad is in made a music video for their hit song "Sixth Avenue Stroll." My dad is the bad ass in the Tie Dye playing the bass.

Take note at 2:56, people are grinding.

Yo Marion! When you gonna have a birthday party??? I want to celebrate your ass!

Hey! Predictive Text! Stop making my conversations G-rated!

Other words not included in predictive text:

Sex
Dong
Damn
Vagina

what i really want to write in my personal statement conclusion for grad school

"Grad School is the next step for me, the right step for me. I look at it as a second chance to fuck up some grades, alienate myself from my classmates and further undermine my confidence as a capable human being. This is the legacy a Masters in Media Studies from the New School will help me create."

Try Me.

This button is installed under my desk. I push it when lame people talk to me and it blasts me into a land where when I eat cheese-itz, I get skinnier.

Amish Country: VERY friendly people (horny sorority girls)

Tim sharing the bond of dance with a minor.

Its Music Video Friday!!!

I want this. I want to be hot (temperature-wise) and I want this.

Little Prince

While we were in Philly, Tim told me my hair looked plastic.

Tim Communes With "Other" Cats

Baby "Bebens" Masa responds positively to swarthy visitor.

The Jacket Sessions

Never put a man in a girl's jacket.

Helladelphia: Some Of The Structures