This is the bottle that I designed for Evian and it’s full of all the colors that I use every day and they’re very full of energy and fun. Life is about living young, being youthful, and enjoying yourself every day because every day is important
-PAUL SMITH
You have an Evian, and I have an Evian, and I have a straw. There it is, that’s a straw, you see? You watching?. And my straw reaches acroooooooss the room, and starts to drink your Evian… I… drink… your… Evian. I drink it up!
Here’s what I can do:
Chew gum
Write
Spell
Stand on my head for the longest amount of time
Get dizzy and fall down
Make a terrible face
And here’s the thing of it
Most of the time I’m on the telephone
Getting bored is not allowed.
It looks like I’m headed back to NYC, not this weekend but the weekend after. I am bound and determined to find a roommate/apt. this time and I think I’m really leaning toward Brooklyn because you seem to get so much more for your money in terms of space and amenities.
Right now I’m scouring Craigslist for December 1st openings and compiling a list of possibilities. Is there anyone who is familiar with the different neighborhoods in Brooklyn who wouldn’t mind looking it over for me? Just drop me an email at rhymeswithemma(at)gmail(dot)com, it would be super appreciated.
And as always, if you know someone who is looking for a female, non-smoking roommate, or wants to hire someone with a super useful and not at all ubiquitous BA in English Literature, let me know, hahahaha.
Bruce Weber, surely you jest. On a related note, I distinctly remember Robert Pattinson as being suitably cute to play Cedric Diggory, but google image search (safe search ON! constant vigilance) tells me otherwise. Observe.
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The Stoakes-Whibley Natural Index of Supernatural Collective Nouns (click for full size)
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Reblogged for awesomeness.
Coincidentally, A Gossip of Mermaids is the name of my new band.
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Monster Mash | Bobby “Boris” Pickett
I know it’s not Halloween until tomorrow, but I’m getting into the spirit because all the kids of the people at the law firm where I work are coming in to ‘trick or treat’ in the office at four. Last year someone’s baby was legitimately dressed like the now-famous lobster baby below. And it was even cuter in person.
JCrew cannot be serious with this ad campaign. I mean, come on. What is the ONE THING that could make the average woman look worse in skinny leg jeans than she already does? Oh I don’t know, how about cutting them off at the ankles! This model has to stand pigeon-toed to even squeeze herself into these monstrosities.
—Breaking News: Haha, while I was writing this rant, my mom emailed me the same ad and posited that the model looked so bad, it must be a hoax of some sort.—
I would like to finish by saying that even if I were somehow snookered into thinking I could pull off these pants, there are not enough drugs in the world for me to think I should pair them with an ill-fitting, ruffledy looking cardigan, a wrinkly turtleneck, unkempt hair, and a pair of $225 orthapedic shoes that - despite ending BELOW the ankle - are verging perilously close to cankle-maker territory.
NO.
My favorite cousins are expecting a baby (vampire) and last month they sent me a copy of the 13 week ultrasound. They went for the 17 week ultrasound yesterday and found out the sex of the baby. WHICH I NOW KNOW!!! But I’m not allowed to tell anyone because if I tell a single family member, everyone will know, and my cousin wants to call and tell our grandmother before he lets everyone else in on the news. Because there will be hell to pay if our grandma finds out from ANYONE but him.
BUT AS SOON AS THEY TOLD ME IT WAS A SECRET, I WANT TO SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS!!!! Don’t ever tell me anything, is what I’m saying. And if you are in human resources at the CIA, I would just toss my resume right into the garbage.
If I seem a little absent from tumblr this week, it is because I was given an incredibly time-consuming task on Friday. I have to fill out 85 separate county forms for the 85 real estate closings we will be performing on a development the real estate department is representing. These forms are made in quadruplicate (a real word - I checked) and none of the four can be photocopies. Nor can they be four printed pages.
That’s right, they must be carbon copies, hand-typed on a TYPEWRITER. I have to do 85 of these fuckers and I average between 4-8 PER HOUR. Do I look like a steampunk? NEGATIVE.
White Collar airs Fridays at 10pm Eastern on USA.
Official Description: To solve the hardest crimes, hire the smartest criminal.
Starring: Super hot person, Matthew Bomer as the eponymous white collar criminal; Tim DeKay as the less-hot-but-still-appropriately-handsome, roguish, hard-hitting FBI agent who always gets his man and then goes home to his deliriously good-looking and decade-younger wife; and as the wife, Tiffani Thiessen in a refreshingly evil-eyeliner free role.
Awesomeness of Pilot: 7/10. It’s not exactly breaking ground here, but White Collar was lots of fun, with solid acting and plotting.
Good if: You need something to fill your Leverage hour now that it’s on hiatus. You watch 60 Minutes only on weeks when they feature con-men, you’re obsessed with your self-written Catch Me if You Can sequel, Psych hasn’t brought you to your limit for antagonistic buddy detective snark.
Bad if: You have what I’m told is often referred to as a “life” and go out on Friday nights. Actually, that’s the only downside I could think of, so fire up your Tivo!
Bottom line: It didn’t exactly blow my mind with originality and sparkling wit, but the jokes were good, the twists (though somewhat predictable) were entertaining, and the leads have great chemistry together. And I sure didn’t mind looking at Bryce Larkin Matthew Bomer for an hour.
