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I've learned a lot about life by making a mess of my own.
Send your love letters to:
thetyping [at] gmail [dot] com
My Real Blog | Tweets | Tunes | The Past
FOOBAW!
It’s football season! It’s football season! It’s…yeah, you get the idea.
Bell X1: “The Great Defector”
I’ll say, “You’re the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto.”
Then he’ll say, “I love the way your underwire bra always sets off that X-ray machine.”
And we’ll know that we’ve both listened to the first minute of this song, one that I’m pretty sure was beamed directly from David Byrne’s brain to Paul Noonan’s mouth.
No, Bluefly, no. My closet—nor any other part of my home—is begging for Jeggings.
In addition to being the dumbest word since “investigoogle”, Jeggings look like the result of a drunken hookup between my running tights and the beat up pair of Levis that lives in the back of my closet.
They’re like the clothing equivalent of Molly Ringwald giving one earring to Judd Nelson as they stumble out of Saturday detention.
A lesson about birds. Birds, and pants.
—via lessonsforchildren
Hello, Lover.
Neon Trees: “Your Surrender”
(The Killers - Ironic Mustaches + David Bowie) x Asymmetrical Hairstyles = Neon Trees
The jeweler will notice the college logo bottle opener on your keychain at exactly the moment you try to conceal it. Your eyes will meet and you’ll both realize that it’s pointless for her to tell you about their latest collection from Charles Krypell.
