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Sarah McLachlan, “Black and White”
Unravel me…
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Sarah McLachlan, “Black and White”
Unravel me…
Just spent my lunch break (briefly) basking in the glorious Central Park sun, daydreaming about the possibilities of summer.
Obvious reasons why not aside, Neil Patrick Harris will one day father my children. (via)
Pictures from the 11-days-too-early St. Patty’s Day Parade/festivities in Hoboken, New Jersey on Saturday.
Yes, I actually went to Jersey, and yes, I knew we were in for a shitshow.
The day involved (the obvious): amazing weather, green beer, house parties, beer pong, flip cup, green food, crazy people, men in kilts, green vomit and no watching of the parade whatsoever.
It was quite a day until Audrey and I decided to get the hell out — an attempt that failed miserably. Let’s just say we did not get home by way of public transportation or taxi as planned, but by way of random nice lady in a Honda.
Shitshow indeed.
Cosmos, martinis and nachos (classy!) with my favorite boy
(My half-assed second paper for my NYU humor writing class)
I have no shame in revealing my serious disinterest in all-things feline. If Noah had just hung a sign on the ark that read: NO CATS ALLOWED (like the one on my heart), it might have saved us (cat haters) a lot of trouble.
Everything about the lifestyle and mere existence of cats is truly insufferable – they are the worst things to happen to the animal world since flying cockroaches and naked mole rats. In fact, as I type this, there is a furry asshole by the name of Emma attempting to pry open my bedroom doors with its 9-inch Freddy Krueger claws.
Emma is the bitch of a cat I live with, and I think she was brought into my life as God’s way of punishing me for clearly being so awesome. It belongs to my roommate, although I’m sure if she could speak, she would probably tell you she belongs to no one.
Justin Vernon (Bon Iver), “Hazelton”
Well, duh. Take the Brooklyn vs. Manhattan quiz!
Otis Redding, “Try a little tenderness”
