March 2011
113 posts
February 2011
178 posts
Oh thanks! (Redux)
Apparently (according to a number of older ladies I work with) I am looking particularly “cute” today. This is of course very nice - as flattery almost always is. But, there is that dark side to receiving compliments on ones appearance from people who (in my opinion) have questionable taste.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not (usually) an ungrateful, stuck-up jerk. I’m just saying that when a lady wearing a cardigan with Beagles embroidered on it tells you she likes your outfit, maybe you should take that one with a grain of salt.
I blame you, Monday.
Fuck. I saw a glaring typo in my last post so I went to edit it… and I accidentally deleted the whole thing. Goddamnit, who does that shit?
Me apparently.
Fuck you, Monday.
I have been at the office for barely half and hour and I’m already working out the logistics of building some sort of fort or nest under my desk to curl up in.
I don’t even have the energy to fake some illness so I can go home. I’ll just sit here, willing my eyes open until this second cup of coffee takes effect.
In related news, I am a real charmer this morning.
All to All
Broken Social Scene
Broken Social Scene - All to All
Across the Universe
Rufus Wainwright
Rufus Wainwright - Across the Universe
(one of the best Beatles covers ever)
“You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you might find you get what you need.”
— Mick Fucking Jagger
Similarities and differences.
Weekend Synopsis
Friday night out with the girls: Make self presentable, hit the town with some cool ladies, drink cocktails, share tapas, gossip, repeat.
Saturday night in with the boys: Plant self on the couch with a couple of rad dudes, watch hockey game on a giant TV, drink beer, eat burgers, comment on sports related topics, repeat.
“Everything possible is being done to make him feel that nothing momentous, like flight, is occurring. At no point does anyone suggest that he and four hundred other strangers of unknown mental-health status are trapped in a 400-tonne aircraft flying thirty-five thousand feet up in the air relying on equations of energy and velocity that no one aboard could sketch out in even their most basic form.”
— Zadie Smith, The Autograph Man
Ruby Tuesday
Rolling Stones
Rolling Stones - Ruby Tuesday
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