Rihanna & Maroon 5, “If I Never See Your Face Again”
Song plays constantly at my work. Can they just hate-fuck and get it over with?
Deputy Junior, Reno 911! (via homophile)
Story of my life.
cvxn:
Collage by supergirl Brooke Kao, whose fashion blog is helping to fill the void for me now that Fops & Dandies is no more.
I love Moohoop! And RIP F&D, I know. For a similar “eccentric”/DIY vibe, you should also check out Dreamecho, Sea of Shoes, Style Bubble, and Style Rookie.
Lady Gaga, “Paparazzi”
From this week’s Gossip Girl…been stuck in my head since Monday.
Have finally made my way through the first five episodes of season four of BSG when I remembered seeing this promo a few month ago. Turns out, there are all sorts of “secret” “clues” to the end of the season hidden in the picture and I’ve been driving myself crazy reading up on fan speculation as to what they are.
More detailed analysis here.
(via homophile:onemoretimewithfeeling)
Last night my mom called me to tell me all about my younger brother’s first football game. Instead, she stumbled into a full-fledged pity party, the kind that happens at least once a month because I fucking hate my job/lack of real job/lack of money/social anxieties/irrational loneliness/etc. “Are you sitting at home feeling sorry for yourself?” she asked. My mumbled response was all she needed to know that I was currently looking at my two-digit bank balance and shoveling Haagen Dazs into my mouth.
My mom is one of those people who believes that a cheerful attitude and belief in God’s Plan can solve any problem. I’m sorry I yelled at you last night, Mom, but those two things don’t make me feel better. One is hard for me to summon up except for on the most special of occasions, and the other I don’t even think exists. At times like these, I don’t need you to tell me that Jesus is watching out for me. I needed you to tell me that yeah, those people who haven’t responded to the dozens of cover letters and resumes I’ve sent out are fucking assholes and I’m better off without them. That’s what would make me feel better.
College guys believe that 80 percent of their friends are getting laid each weekend, says the researcher whose survey of 13,000 kids, mostly 18 to 22 years old, puts the actual figure at closer to 10 percent. After college, he says, the percentages merely get worse.
I feel so much better about how I spend my Friday nights now.
This is one of my best friends from high school, also named Alli. While studying for a degree in Anthropology at Mt. Holyoke, she spent time in Nairobi working with public health and development. Once she graduated, she moved to Mombasa full time and is now the program coordinator for the Foundation for Sustainable Development, which works with local community organizations all over the world.
As she says:
I work and live where some people come for vacation, and other people don’t get a vacation at all. I get a vacation, but I’m paid under minimum wage, so I might as well just stay here. The tropics ain’t so bad.
I wrote her an email this morning to tell her how inspired I am by her, and how proud I am to have her as a friend. While in Kenya, Alli fell in love with a Frenchman so, in addition to already traveling all over Africa, spent her winter traveling all over Europe. I, meanwhile, have been stuck in that early 20’s/post-college funk where I have no idea what I’m doing with my life and I realize my degree is useless and more often than not I complain about how much life sucks instead of actually doing anything about it.
This isn’t one of those “OMG NYC blows and I’ll never reach my potential and we should all just move to Buffalo” kind of posts. I’m incredibly lucky to live in one of the greatest cities in the world, but it’s only recently that I’ve realized how selfish and small my own point of view is - how can I really appreciate New York if that’s all I know?
Knowing people like Alli is a constant reminder to myself - not only should I be willing to try and better life for other people, but that I need to be willing to try and better my own as well.
The banned (in America) movie poster for Zach and Miri Make a Porno.
Ever since I saw the teaser I’ve been vaguely excited to see this even though Elizabeth Banks makes me irrationally angry beyond belief - has anybody else noticed that she has a smug bitchface and, oh yeah, ISN’T THAT FUNNY? Her arc on Scrubs as JD’s baby mama actually made me feel bad for Zach Braff (which has been hard for me to do ever since he gained enough Hollywood clout to make that piece of cinematic ejaculate known as Garden State).
Think how much more awesome this movie would’ve been had it been starred Rosario Dawson, as intended. Stupid Eagle Eye.