I will admit it. Wallabees turn me on and have always made me tingly since I first started seeing them in 1999. These are a modern version of a classic. I will MARRY the first man I see in these. Yum.
via Hypebeast (my new favorite website)
Almost as good as the Vans Lacey, but not. The Leather Jacket Converse Chuck will be released August 1st at select locations. Based on vintage motorcycle jackets, the upper is a construction of patchworks with black anodized zippers and waxed laces. But be warned they run about $324 a pair.
- Soupsoup: but the song is so bad, it makes him less hot
- Frangry: I don't care
- Frangry: I ain't fucking the music!
Right now it’s Flo Rida’s Low.
Don’t get too beefcakey. I love you, but I’m not so into biceps that are bigger than my thighs.
image via JustJared
- Antikris: this place is filled with gay fags.
- Frangry: as opposed to straight ones?
STOP IT ALREADY!
- frangry: oof
- frangry: THROW
- frangry: UP
- frangry: id rather fuck mary rambin
- frangry: and i hate that cunt
- bagcoffee: but she has such strong hands...
- frangry: exactly....
Soupsoup wins the prize. And I actually liked him in real life!!!
I forgot to put deodorant on this morning, but luckily I have the stash that you gave me in my drawer at work.
You’re a good friend.
- Frangry: so when are you moving to ny?
- Frangry: OMG OMG OMG
- Babs: maybe by next month
- Babs: we will see
- Frangry: fdahfgdjakfgdkjfgakjfdgalfhdal
- Frangry: ndfhagfhdajkgfdjkahgfdahjksfdajkf
- Frangry: OMGGGGGGGGGG
- Babs: are you drunk?
- Frangry: NO!
- Frangry: fuck
- Frangry: you
- Frangry: cant a girl just be excited that her BFF is moving to NY!
- Babs: I'm glad your excited
- Frangry: bitch.
Cover letters should be banned forever. They are the fakest shit ever. I cannot imagine that any employer actually reads them or cares what the fuck they say. What a joke.
She continues to wash her damn panties in the bathroom sink. Get a fucking bucket for god’s sake! And if you’re going to wash your delicates in the sink at least do it when I’m at fucking work so I don’t have to look at your hot pink fucking thong in there all night. I want to wash my face and brush my damn teeth! F U C K.
I am so hooked on this god damn show. I cry my eyes out every single time I see it, but I cannot stop watching.
Although I totally hate the way they paint these pictures of the addicts. They set it up to seem like they had seriously fucked up childhoods, and that’s the reason they are all addicted to drugs. But I can’t help but think that everyone had a fucked up childhood. Something has happened to all of us, most people deal with it and move on, and then there are the few that use drugs as a means to escape everything. And while on one hand I think these people need to get a grip, on the other I feel so fucking bad for them and their inability to cope.
I had a boyfriend who died of a drug overdose in 1999. I remember it getting to a point where none of his friends wanted to hang out with him anymore because they couldn’t deal with his moods or his inappropriateness. I was all he had. And in fact, I lost friends because I was with him. I didn’t condone his drug use, or his drug dealing, but I knew that there was something much more than that inside of him. I knew the side of him that was in pain and didn’t feel wanted. I wanted so bad to make things better for him. And even though I knew that he was capable of being much more, the problem was that he didn’t. It is a disease, after all.