Tommy doesn’t like cold. Tommy’s apartmentmates (what? tapirs could have apartmentmates) leave the front door open when Tommy’s laptop browser tells him it’s 45 degrees outside. Tommy needs Samuel L. Jackson. Samuel L. Jackson would get the motherfucking cold out this motherfucking apartment. Tommy shares Samuel L’s sentiments exactly… but can’t form sharp consonants with [...]
more reasons i love baz luhrmann
i first heard this song (you heard this song, we heard this song) the month before my middle-school graduation… and here i sit, college-sweatshirted and adult in most “legal” senses of the word–and i’m just now barely ready to chomp these palapable bits of pertinent advice. i’ll dispose of his disposal of this advice… uhm, [...]
today’s been a career day futures made and fortunes lost
“as for you, you spin a story like a spider spins a web. let’s see that’s a metaphor, no wait. a simile.. i’m still learning, but i think i’m getting better.” i’m reading a girl named zippy for my memoirs seminar. it’s cute, it carries. here’s a passage i dog-eared: “In the second the pyramid [...]
