But I guess that’s suburbia — the fake coat of... →
God I love depressing stories about the suburbs.
Words That Don't Exist in the English Language
tesslynch: everithing: pica: Gheegle: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute. Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass. Sgriob: (Gaelic) The itchiness that overcomes the upper lip just before taking a sip of whisky L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you...
Pretty soon my body will just be a useless appendage attached to my fingers typing on the internet.
My glasses are a little bit too big for my face, and sometimes they slide all the way off the end of my nose without my even realizing it- until I sneeze. GROSS.
Paris Chic- We Are Fans OMG of all media!
keithgessen: When they came for the travel agents, I said nothing, because I am not a travel agent. When they came for the music industry, I said nothing, because I am not a music industrialist. And when the internet came for Lee Siegel, I also said nothing, because I am not Lee Siegel. So when the internet installed itself on my car’s dashboard, and I really badly wanted to check my email, I...
“So they’re broke, right? They ain’t got no funds, no cash, no dough, no doughlars, no simoleons, no spacebucks, no clams, no bones, no millionaires’ matches. Straight nerfin. And what’s the best thing to do when you’re in such a fiduciary pickle? Take the whole family on a vacation! Seriously. In the saddest and most telling and just like… sigh…...
"ah, yes, today's installment of reductive... →
whatever, I’ll watch it just to see a Yacht remix on the teevee. It’ll be like when I heard Starfucker in a car commercial, but better.