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the seventeen year old in me who thought nonphixion was really cool is sad.

west coast girls look like they try too hard. east coast = less makeup = less contrived = don't give a fuck what you think = keepin it real = ownin that shit

pre-meth janine lindemulder blows them both out of the water. bitch was no joke.

word.

i think the whites feel the pain of the growback worse. this is just a theory though.

recently overheard outside a scrip club: stripper #1: damn bitch, what's up your ass? stripper #2: an old piece o'DICK. mind ya business. have been waiting for an opportunity to repeat this. i don't think i could pull it off though. it wouldn't sound right coming from a blonde.

they say if you've had sex with three or more people you probably have it. so we probably all have it, and can only hope that it stays dormant. in girls, it's really hard to detect. you don't know until you go to the gyno and they tell you that your innermost ladyparts are covered in cysts. one of my girlfriends recently had to get a piece of her cervix chopped off...ouch. hella scary.

you just put it on right after you shave and then in the morning after you shower for the next few days. no bumps or itchiness, smooth as a baby's behind. and yo...my dude would never in a million years do this. but if i found out he was making appointments to get his dickhair waxed i'd be bummed. trim it, for god's sake wash it, even shampoo it if you must, but bald down there on a male is geee-ross.

was just settling into my sunday night post-work, post-gym ritual of prosciutto/basil/mozz/tomato sandwich over a brooklyn lager at our favorite bar when i realized, holy shitballs, i have a chemistry exam at 8am tomorrow morning that i haven't studied for. so i rushed home on the train. to procrastinate. making coffee. procrastinating.

i used to be a bitch about shaving the tang. because that growback is painful. then i discovered castor oil. it's the business.

yikes... try to aspire to a level of hotness above the average porn star, good god. most of them are actually pretty busted. they just know how to fuck.

:lol: no he really is a masseuse, or, a masseur, i guess. the dude has skillz.

nah she's a femme. her mom is real high up in mary kay. drives a pink cadillac and shit. she wouldn't be having any of that.

the ninja restaurant is the shit.

i have a gay uncle, he's awesome. he's a buddhist monk/screenwriter/masseuse/musical theater person. and yet (surprisingly) he's not really in your face about his sexuality. he's just really, really fucking hilarious and chill as shit. i also have a lesbo wiccan ginger cousin. she's hot, but crazy, predictably. always posting facebook updates about solstices and herbal remedies.

oh snap. going out drinking. the new york times. being a manager. juicy (the brand, not the song). twitter. starbucks. the family guy.

i wore my dad's replacements records out. i think alex chilton just died the other day actually.

i love new york but this is one thing i really miss about the south. smoking ciggies and drinking in the late afternoon, congregatin' with the neighbors. and now i live in a big apartment building so i don't even have a roof. i'm gonna be pale as shit this summer

these ones were. and for the record, in terms of repping chubb lubb, you can have the all-out fatties. i'm strictly for the mildly hefties.

today is my gram's saint's day so i always have to call her. otherwise, i don't give a fuck about it, and i'm half irish. i work right in between two irish bars in the east village. i opened today and fat people from jersey in headbands with shamrock antennae were coming in drunk by noon. lame.

can't put it down highly recommended

irvine welsh is the business. ever seen the movie they made out of acid house? that is one weird flick.

oh wow that is awesome.