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Frye, Veronica shortie

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We're on a road to nowhere!

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 11:05:25 -0400

sparkleneelysparkle:

rosasparks:

I am currently listening to a conversation about purchasing brand name clothing for kids. Because, y’know, kids needs UGGS and fancy clothes, especially when they grow out of them in 4 months.

It is so inane and mind-numbing, my brains are slowly seeping out of my ears.

YUCK.

you guys know that theres a kitson kids right? where people can spend $40 on an ugly embellished tee shirt for their son that says “future ms. rossdale” or some other bullshit right? and that people DO this? right? and that by doing this? these people are perpetuating a culture of blind materialism that starts SO YOUNG that these kids want diamond encrusted iphones before they even know how to do long division (if they still teach that…i dont know…im old). and the parents could say no…but they’ve started these kids down this road to credit card debt so young that they’ve essentially created little monsters decked out in $200 jeans and chloe purses and 14 year olds have things like “YSL ELLE PUMPS” on their fucking christmas lists.

listen, there is nothing wrong with children being interested in their fashions. however, there is something deeply wrong with the parent who buys them a $74 petit bateau romper for a goddamn playdate where that child will inevitably spill fruit punch all over themselves and then guess what? you just flushed $74 down the drain because you just wanted your kid to be the coolest 3 year old around.

i dont have kids. i dont know very many kids. and its been a long ass time since i WAS a kid. but you know what? kids are messy. and clumsy. and they grow like weeds. and even if they aren’t the kinds of kids who play tackle football at lunch, they’re still going to somehow manage get that shit stained. and they dont really care that you spent $100 on those shoes for them. BECAUSE THEY’RE KIDS. and if you continue to buy them expensive things because you want their lives (and yours by proxy) to look like a fucking episode of gossip girl? you’re just setting them up for a world of hurt and massive debt. and you have no one to blame but yourself. because you wanted an accessory. not a fucking kid.

so to those parents who think that this sort of thing is ok? get a fucking grip. it will do you and your kids a WORLD of good.

Preach it, lady.

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nickdouglas: Shit Tyrone - ImageChan

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 19:29:03 -0400

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Shit Tyrone - ImageChan

Teaser #1 for Some Girls Are. Text by Courtney, audio by me.

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 19:26:34 -0400

Teaser #1 for Some Girls Are. Text by Courtney, audio by me.

notso: i told my friend that i used to work at the bsc (the...

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 17:25:33 -0400

notso:

i told my friend that i used to work at the bsc (the boston sports club) the other day when we were comparing all the shitty jobs we’ve had. she paused for a moment before she looked at me increduously and said “YOU WORKED FOR THE BABYSITTERS CLUB!?!?!”
needless to say, she was rather disappointed when she learned that i hadn’t. i was a little disappointed in myself, too.

caragh: I couldn’t believe it when I ran into myself at the...

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 11:20:17 -0400

caragh:

I couldn’t believe it when I ran into myself at the Gala Event Party and was wearing the same set of peace-sign glasses! It’s a ladies’ worst nightmare! That bitch knew I was planning on making an entrance in these.

(I went to the arcade today with Jess. We hit the jackpot at two different games at the exact same time. I also have 6 Chinese Finger traps. That’s a metaphor, because we all have 6 Chinese Finger Traps, don’t we? These little metaphorical cylinders of “bamboo”, holding small but necessary parts of us hostage. Biology class? Chinese Finger Trap for my Sunday-Fundays. My puppy? Chinese Finger Trap for my checking account. Living life in general? Chinese Finger Trap for my happiness.

Anyway, it’s a metaphor, but also it’s just real talk. Because I do have 6 physical Chinese Finger Traps now.)

sexmusic: all of my love // led zeppelin

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 12:28:30 -0400

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all of my love // led zeppelin

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Sat, 17 Oct 2009 04:02:12 -0400

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sexmusic: trouble // coldplay

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 10:44:11 -0400

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trouble // coldplay

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mliaverage: Today in history class, my teacher asked us what we thought was the biggest disaster in...

Thu, 15 Oct 2009 10:47:00 -0400

mliaverage:

Today in history class, my teacher asked us what we thought was the biggest disaster in american history. The kid a few seats down from me screamed out “Hannah Montana”. My teacher high fived him. MLIA.

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caragh: “That’s all I have. And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have anything in the car, either.” I am...

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 09:53:29 -0400

caragh:

“That’s all I have. And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have anything in the car, either.” I am weirdly not nervous. I am balls to the wall high, a cop with glasses is staring at my face, and I am not nervous. This is a big feat for me. Everything makes me nervous. Buying avocados makes me nervous because I spent $2.50 on one once and then I cut it way before it was ripe and that’s A LOT of money for one fucking piece of produce, you guys.

“THIS CAR REEKS!?” He sounds more confused than angry. But also definitely angry.

He makes us get out and he asks me to open my purse. He takes out my bottle of No-Doz. “Is that No-Doz.”
“Yeah, it’s No-Doz.”
“Why do you have No-Doz?”
“Uh, haha, college student.” I have a huge grin on my face that I can’t take off and I can’t tell if it’s nerves or because I know there’s really nothin’ he can do to me, except a $100 fine.
“I thought you kids took Adderal.” He is now giving a weird grin. Omg. Kindness has melted his frozen, cop heart. He is joking with me. Except, yes, I do have a Ritalin pill in my dresser at home.
“Ehhhhh, some of us take No Doz.” I am laughing and making a what-can-ya-do? face

He searches Dan’s car for awhile and finds the blunt innards. He asks Dan, “What do you GUT THE BLUNT for? To SMOKE THE WEED?” Dan replied yes. The cops continues searching, and finds Dan’s fucking hunting knife which he uses, yes, for hunting.

“What the fuck is this?”
“Oh, it’s just a hunting knife. I’m sorry, I forgot. I just use it to hunt white-tailed deer.”
“Do you have a hunting license?”
“Not yet.”

Dan is literally babbling, getting himself into deeper, deeper trouble. Finally the cop interupts him, “GET OUTTA HERE.”

Dan: “No, really I swear…”

“No, I mean get out of here. Both of you.”

And that’s the story of good cop/bad cop/one cop. He’s my favorite cop I’ve ever met and I got his game, you know? Like, I see where he’s coming from. And he was cool with me being super-high and talking to him. Maybe it was my monsters purse. I’ve long said this purse sort of makes me feel like a douche bag (because I feel like it’s a purse someone with no personality would have, just to SEEM like they have a personality), but I also wholly support how fucking awesome it is, and apparently (maybe) it allows cops and Caragh to get along for the first time since I attended DARE camp in 1998.

<3 u, 2 cop/1 guy. <3 u 4-eva.

"… my brain is so cluttered with strange and conflicting ideas about what a blog should and..."

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 08:54:21 -0400

“… my brain is so cluttered with strange and conflicting ideas about what a blog should and shouldn’t be and what I’m trying to do, in general, with this kind of writing — because, I do think that blog-writing is a different kind of writing than edited printed-matter writing– that I’m having trouble figuring out what I even want to say. I keep doubling back and second-guessing and tweaking my word choices and my grammar in even the most basic (i.e., m-dash-free) of sentences. I’m rereading everything to see how it looks through the eyes of some half-imagined critic — a critic who, no matter what I do or say, will always think that I got here, wherever he supposes that to be, by dint of something other than hard work and skill. There is no pleasing this critic, I know. Also, he is (half) imaginary. But I can’t get him out of my head.”

- “Truths to be self-edited”, Emily Magazine

Pam: What are you doing?Jim: I just… couldn’t...

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 13:10:21 -0400

Pam: What are you doing?
Jim: I just… couldn’t wait.

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