And her clothes fucking annoys the living shit out of me. Today I saw her wearing bright blue wind breaker, leopard print tights, and bright orange patent leather Docs. Bitch, you ain’t the fifth member of the Sex Pistols, this is REAL life.
Yo. My brother is looking to come to the city for a month or two this summer. If you, or someone you know, has a room for him, please email me. Frangry@gmail.com.
Recumbent 3 a.m. conversation a few days ago:
She [sincerely and without warning]: I’m attracted to everything about you. Even the Darth Vader sword hanging on your wall.
Me [thinking]: Oh my god, that’s the sweetest thing anyone has said to me in a very long time.
Me [out loud]: Correction: it’s a lightsaber.
A friend is looking for someone to take over her lease. Please email me if you’re interested.:
$2010 - True 1 Br Apt. in the East Village. No Fee.
Open House Saturday May 31st! From 1pm-4pm. Email email@example.com for details.
Beautiful hardwood floors. Very clean and quiet. Great renovated bathroom. Eat-in kitchen. Super high ceilings with and a decorative fireplace.
Great block with tons cafes, bars, restaurants nearby. Steps away from the L train and 3 blocks form Union Square. 3rd floor walk-up. Laundromat next door.
No Fee. $300 Processing fee for Mgmt company.
Pets allowed. Available July 1.
Ain’t SHIT going on.
“Parents-to-be Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie have just purchased a 1,000-acre estate for their growing family in the south of France for $60 million according to E!.
The estate contains 35 bedrooms, a vineyard, lake, forest, moat, swimming pool, billiards room, indoor pool, gym sauna, jacuzzi, and banquet hall. Looks like enough room for the family and then some!”
This is just gross. I’m all for being rich and having babies and big houses and shit, but SIXTY MILLION DOLLARS? THIRTY FIVE BEDROOMS?!?! So fucking ridiculous.
My Super Ex-Girlfriend is a really awful movie. (Maybe not such a newsflash.)
I even found a reason to cry during My Super Ex-GIrlfriend. There is a part where a missile is about to hit the earth, and Uma Thurman’s super hero character flies up and deflects the missile and everyone cheers. And I fucking cried. No joke.
I think it was an all time low.
Remember the avocado incident? My finger is still totally numb and now I have to see a fucking hand surgeon to repair the nerve damage.
I always get “busting a nut” mixed up with “popping a cap.” Aaanyway, my wife is dead.
The episode where Bourdain and Co. get caught in the middle of a conflict in Beruit is riveting television. [ Washington Post ]
Are you kidding? I had big hopes for that eposide, but it was fucking boring. Sorry, but watching them sit around waiting IS NOT riveting television.
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WTF is that noise? Anyone else live near the East Village and been hearing those explosion sort of noises at night? It happened last night and now it’s happening again. Both nights at around 8:30pm. The mystery is killing me.
UPDATE: I Love Pay Kiernan says it’s in celebration of the Brooklyn Bridge’s 125th anniversary.