January 2009
December 2008
Woman, 88, yanks nude intruder's testicles. →
cnn.com
- She was picking up some logs for her wood stove.
- The intruder’s name was Michael Dick.
- I love life.
NYC Coke Dealers: Good Luck Tonight
Dealer 1: Yo, you watching MSNBC?
Dealer 2: Yeah man, Burris would have been far better regarded on the national stage had he deferred any potential appointment till Blago is ousted. Hiding behind Article One like a bitch yo.
Dealer 1: Nah, the weather. 20 degree windchill tonight?
Dealer 2: Fuck em if they didn’t get it beforehand.
Dealer 1: People are morons.
Dealer 2: ‘Sorry it’s taking so long…Uh huh, I should be there in 20 minutes, you’re my next stop’
Dealer 1 and 2: hahahahaha
Mickey Rourke is so damn good in The Wrestler. I can't handle it.
In the Room Where You Sleep
Remember how my boyfriend Ryan Gosling has that song that’s kinda good? You can download it here.
“I have so many more posts in me, but prefer to concentrate on backend activities.”
—–Meghan Asha. It’s just too easy. (Thanks Mark Coatney, for pointing out the beauty of this quote.)
My Mom is awesomer than your Mom.
So, you know that cash money picture I posted earlier? Well, I sent it to my mom and she wrote this:
OMG I love it. How do I make it my screen saver?
Yeah, I love her.
I made a big decision today:
I’m going gay.
Mmmmeat at Shorty's BBQ
If and when you ever go to Miami, you must eat at Shorty’s BBQ. The joint’s been around since 1951 and burned to the ground in 1972. Two years later, it was re-opened in the same location, in an almost identical building–a log cabin with family size picnic tables, screen windows and a concrete floor. It’s fucking delicious, and they sell awesome t-shirts too.
“I see you finally started that prostitution gig. I want in, bitch.”
—–AntiKris on my cash money portrait. And in this quote, Kris explains the mechanics of prostitution. Well played. (via suckafuck)
“Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It means nothing. It still doesn’t mean anything. What you feel only matters to you. It’s what you do to the people you say you love, that’s what matters. It’s the only thing that counts.”
—Tom Wilkinson, The Last Kiss (via thoughtsdetained)
30 Most Notable Blogs of 2008 →
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Thanks for the honorable mention.
Coincidence? I think not.
So did I tell you how on the plane ride back to Miami, the same 16 year old skater kid was sitting in the row diagonal from me? Yeah, I’m in love with him.
Then last night, I had a dream that I was staying at Gus Van Sant’s house in Nicaragua, and it was filled with hot young kids from his movies.
I need professional help.
Dear cell phone,
I missed you more than I ever imagined I could. It’s good to have you in my arms again.
Xo,
Frangry
Nicaragua Day This Trip Needs to End
- I leave for Miami tomorrow.
- At dinner, my Mom called Obama an “Oreo”.
- On the way to the airport my Mom called a kid a “huele pega”, which translates to “glue sniffer”. When I started cracking up, she said it wasn’t funny. It’s a big problem in Nicaragua. Apparently, one of my aunts has a foundation for glue sniffers.
“It’s a funny thing coming home. Looks the same. Sounds the same. Even smells the same. You realize the only thing that’s changed…is you.”
—The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (via markyb)
I'm drunk.
Fuck you haters, Slumdog Millionaire was damn good.
You know what's a huge fucking turn off?
A bad speller.
Listen
“What Difference Does It Make” by The Smiths
Bitches are crazy. →
cnn.com
Police: Woman faked missing baby story to win back ex
“Mexiragua”
—–The AntiKris
Nicaragua Day Six
- Next year, I won’t be staying this long.
- It’s the most beautiful day out: 88 degrees, with a nice breeze.
- The new maid (the old one was let go for inappropriateness) is fucking amazing.
- I am no longer over Nicaragua, but I am indeed fickle.
- My 3 hour dinner was spent talking about coffee farms.
- I’m drunk.
