Audiobook of the Day: And now, to stop your Friday morning dead in its tracks: Fifty Shades Of Grey, as read aloud by the biggest name in voiceovers, Gilbert Gottfried. Brillz.
(Not Safe For Work, mommy pr0n AND Gilbert F*cking Gottfried.)
I wish I had experienced the novel this way the first time; it would have been so much better.
And I just realized, in my much older age, that there is a (kind of) sly Big Lebowski joke in an early episode.
Gordo reads a book called “The Dude Strikes Out” by Jeffrey Lebowski. Nice one there, Disney channel. Nice one.
God bless Emma Waston for she is one hot bitch.
(via fuckyeahharrypotter)
I’m about to graduate. In, oh… three weeks.
The prospect of staying in Columbia to try and find a job is terrifyingly depressing. Because what if I actually find one and then I can’t leave.
I don’t want to be here forever.
So I finally convinced Chris to finish watching Six Feet Under, and that it’s not just a show for chicks and gay gentlemen. He has a particular bone to pick with Brenda, and thankfully we’re in the third, generally Brenda-less season so he’s a happy camper.
I’ve always thought that Six Feet Under was a really realistic show, in terms of human relationships and emotions, etc. Chris, while watching an episode toward the end of the second season last night wherein Keith and David are having an argument, very meaningfully turns to me and pauses the episode to tell me how much that argument resembles one of the many arguments we’ve had over the course of our relationship. And how we are like Keith and David.
We are most like the gay couple on a television show we like. Of all the television shows we’ve watched together with couples doing couple-y things. We are the gay couple. And I am the manly man in said gay couple.
This is both hilarious and insane.
I know we’re over “spirit animals,” but.
Kim Kelly has always reminded me of my friend Camille. I mean that in the most loving way possible. Camille is the Kim to my Lindsay. Except if I was Lindsay, that would mean that hunky Nick Andopolis wanted me. And that’s not true, so I guess I’m not really a Lindsay.
YEAH BUT I WOULD NEVER KNOCK YOUR PURSE OUT OF YOUR HANDS AND REFUSE TO PICK UP WHAT WAS INSIDE OF IT THAT SPILLED ALL OVER THE FLOOR (i am, however, remembering this simultaneously horrible/hilarious moment in HS when i raised your glasses to the sky and said, “HERE, BIRDIE, TAKE THE GLASSES!!” but i’m pretty sure that was mostly out of love.)
but other than that i totes know what you mean. this quote is something I’ve probably uttered at one point or another.
Cover Art
not a huge fan of the single, but this cover art is beautiful. looking forward to another album… and another tour?!?! show number 5 yeahhhhh
john mayer 4 life
I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you
Simplify you, classify you
Deny, defy or crucify you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
No, and I ain’t lookin’ to fight with you
Frighten you or tighten you
Drag you down or drain you down
Chain you down or bring you down
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
oh, this perfect fucking song.
