Perhaps its the fact that I have decided, after many weeks of slowly losing my mind, to stay in New York. Perhaps its because my morning glories have finally started to blossom. Or maybe, its just the notion of putting up the shelves that I have been using as a bed side table for my shit for months. Either way: I am back tumblr. That’s right, I’m fucking back- for the one of you who cares.
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m slightly stoned, or because I’ve been hibernating in my bed all day, but I’m not quite sure what to make of this video. Do I like it? Not really sure. Is that a man or a woman singing? Again- not really sure. Its almost as if the Decemberists were around during the Renaissance, or a movie by Jean Pierre Jeunet, but gayer. I can’t figure this out right now.
“OH America! May your cholesterol be great and your thunder thighs be greater! May your love handles fill the hands of many and your butter induced acne sprinkle your face, neck, back, and shoulders with love. We are the few, the proud, and the hungry! Democracy demands fried butter!”
And I quoteth Adam Smith.
(Source: thedailywhat)
Lessons learned this week:
Don’t try to date your barista, otherwise you will end up seeing pictures of his 3 inch ween online.
Afternoon ice coffee takes the humidity induced fog away in my brain momentarily so I have a chance at pristine essay writing consciousness. Feeling extremely gross and sick on this hellishly hot day, and the fact that the gallery is air conditioner-less is rage inducing. So lets see:
Time to figure out a nice reason to never see someone again. Times are tough. But theres always this!
Work, work, complaining about work, and more work. Oh summer- I had such high hopes for you and you are just passing me by like Bette Midler on her broomstick in Hocus Pocus. I am becoming ever more tired and bored with this whole routine. Luckily I have 3 days off this week and have spent them eating, napping, and on Staten Island.
You know, sitting at the front desk of an art gallery in Chelsea, and leisurely gazing out of the window can have its advantages. Take today for example: As I was sipping on my iced Americano, which I just found out existed, a very hairless and buff gentleman decided to go for a shirtless bike ride. As he pulled his bike over, took a sip from his canteen and slowly exposed his ripped bod, I decided today wasn’t all bad.
Sorry Russell Brand.
Oh blog! I have neglected you this past month, but I promise never to do it again. And I hope you take that promise with a large grain of salt. Its odd that I haven’t been updating this here blog EVERY day, considering that both of my jobs entail a lot of sitting on front of a computer and doing pretty much nothing.
Just remembered this song, and right in the nic of time.
