December 2008
158 posts
Yeyuhh.
Superstar
Where you from, how’s it going?
I know you
Got a clue, what you doing?
You can play brand new to
All the other chicks out here
But I know what you are
What you are, baby
Look at you
Gettin’ more than just a re-up
Baby you
Got all the puppets with their strings up
Fakin’ like a good one
But I call ‘em like I see ‘em
I know what you are...
Almost perfect.
Laptop auto-refreshing Tumblr: check.
Bears game in HD: check.
EPIC grilled quesadilla: check.
Some of the cutest/manliest conversations ever: check, on both.
All of it in one room: CHECK.
The Jesus Lizard Reunite! →
Come to Denver. COME TO DENVER.
November 2008
251 posts
I'm mature.
Because when I used to go to bed at 430 in the morning I could wake up at 10 and go on with my day.
It's happening.
Housewarming party number one, tonight! Feel free to come by, but don’t break any of my shit.
I read to much into what people say on here...
stupidinboston:
I really need to stop it, but I can’t seem to help myself. I am over-analyzing everything.
I should pick up pot or something, so I can just chill the fuck out. I hate not being in control though, so I doubt I would enjoy being high.
Every day.
Alright, alright.
Granted, for a second I forgot who we were. 14-14.
Did I say 7-0?
I definitely meant 14-0.
7-0 first quarter...
LET’S GO BUFFS.
Sprained Ankle.
Because I tried to look cool and show off in front of a bunch of 12 year old park rats, I am now laying at home with my foot elevated drinking black and tans. Happy fucking Thanksgiving!
Go figure.
It’s no surprise that I can’t sleep tonight. This is not my routine; this is not my home; this is not my life, not tonight. And it doesn’t make any sense.
Oh, and my camera is broken and I can’t import photos straight to Tumblr on the iPhone, so you’ll have to wait for more half-nudity until tomorrow.
In response to the Mistletoe Makeover:
Chris: Yeah, it's pretty horrible. Did you see it?
Krystal: Wow I thought that was just some freak....didn't even look past it thinking it was you.
Chris: Yeah...
The Kids Really, Definitely Aren't Alright. →
Here's the irony:
On work holidays, the amount of Tumblr posts significantly decreases.
It's not "Must Of"
walpaper:
incurable says, “It’s “Must Have” - I’m just sayin’
mimilachula says, “Aaron, You’re part of the Grammar Police too? Say it ain’t sooooo (p.s. I know it should read isn’t, but I like ain’t better)”
—-
I says, The only acceptable Grammar Police Arrest is “I could care less.” It is “I Could’nt care less.”
If you could care less you aren’t saying anything.
And this...
Piece of advice:
I don’t typically subscribe to figures of speech or universal sayings, but when I was younger someone—I can’t for the life of me remember who—told me about the one rule to live by that, I think, has made me exponentially more gregarious and agreeable than I would have ever been.
Pick your battles.
It’s beyond me how many people spend hours arguing because they...
Missed Connection #6 →
To the guy who drank from the can of Pepsi he found on the ground… - w4m
I thought that was pretty gross at first, but the more I thought about it throughout the day, the more I was charmed by it. I can tell you are outgoing and uninhibited by social norms and I find that very sexy. It inspired me to fish a half-eaten doughnut out of a trash can on my way home from work. It tasted awful,...
Iron Maiden
Sometimes I get strangely lost inside myself. It’s not hard to explain: I close up, I disregard my personal code of conduct, and I certainly forget the right things to say.
For some reason, moments like these always come around when I know that something is going to change the way I look at the world. Of course, I never know what that is until it’s already happened.
Missed Connection #5 - Lisa at Tipsy's →
Lisa, I am so sorry that my timing was so wrong when I told you what I said after the tasting at Tipsy’s Friday.
You are very attractive and I very much liked and appreciated the wonderful HUG you gave me….and then I said what I said.
Lisa, It wasn’t that I was trying to push you away…I just needed to say it, and the timing was just awful, and maybe I don’t want...
my sweet dick its magic
– Jesse Diaz, Seattle WA
Confession of the Day
I once had the idea to release a record and call it Ball Street Journal, but I never got around to actually doing it.
Then, E-40 did it.
I’m the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with the spirit of a...
– Clifford Joseph Harris Jr.
How's this for justice?
I have to thank littleorphanammo for letting me cut copy and paste her entry back there. She’s a killer; in fact the killers I’ve met in the past can’t hold a candle to the killers like her. My words don’t do her justice, nor do they do justice to that last album by Cut Copy. It’s one of the killer albums of the year; way better than the Killers new album.
I guess...
Raydar fase werks!!
littleorphanammo:
Now my face appears under The Killers too. HAHAHHAHAH! One more for good luck, shall we? Cut Copy…do you ever cut copy? I do…all the time…I’m a bastard that way. Cut copy is like, my favorite kind of copy. I’m a cut copy kind of girl.
You are blowing my mind. And I hope you aren’t bothered but I’ll be employing this technique myself.
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2008-11-23) →
Feist
The Killers
Tokyo Police Club
Longwave
Bob Dylan
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Confession of the Day
I really like the movie Stick It.
Oh dear...
Chapter Two Another Adventure of Super Squash “Hey, Bean Boy, my friend, pass the potato chips.” “Sure thing, Squashy.” “Mmm, mmm. These potato chips are delicious, and that’s a fact!” “Squashy, d’you mind if I change the channel, news is so boring!” “Sorry, Bean my lad, what if I changed the channel and a huge crime was reported....
Be glad of life, because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play...
– Henry Van Dyke
There are some things, I have to say, I wish some didn’t know. Some things they see in me every day. My outside shows some ugly traits Like braces, I have these. Also, I am kind of short, And some grasses make me sneeze. My inside, well, is much nicer, I am 5 feet, my teeth are straight, I’m not allergic to anything. I am handsome with no debate. by Christopher Reinhard c. 1997
There was a time when I was sad With golden tears and quiet cries. There is a time when I am here Alone, but not lonely, by myself. There will be a time when I am gone, No more will I sing my song of joy, of peace, of me, just me, I will no longer be. by Christopher Reinhard c. 1997
Whilst cleaning out my old room...
I found a story that I wrote sometime around third or fourth grade. This is the story, unabridged and without any editorial improvements. The saddest thing is, I think I was more imaginative then.
The Adventures of Super Squash The Enforcer of Farmers Chapter One An Adventure of Super Squash One day, Super Squash was flexing his muscles when- “Ahhhhhhh!” “Hark, I hear someone...
To Eli:
Your comments are derogatory and annoying. And LA sucks.
(I miss you and I love you.)