...that's nice.

R. Kelly feat. a bunch of people, including Tyrese,...

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 00:04:00 -0500

R. Kelly feat. a bunch of people, including Tyrese, wtf?—“Pregnant”

In celebration of FINALLY having iTunes again, I literally cannot find a better song to share with you guys because it is the season of giving, and oh do I have a gift for you, THE MOTHER OF ALL GIFTS.

The lyrics to this song are remarkably perfect for Thanksgiving because they keep giving, and giving, and you are so thankful you can’t breathe and then suddenly you feel sick and have to lie down in the middle of the living room.

R. Kelly is thirsty for some booty, and he wants to Knock You Up And Get You Pregnant. Then Robin Thicke comes in and says that he “don’t see nothing wrong with having a kid”..? But guarantees you that the rest of your life will be man-drama free, provided that you choose him, which is a solid investment. And then just as fast, The Dream lets us know that for 30-some weeks, he’s still going to hit it. Which…is nice? Then Kelly is back, and he wants to explore your secret garden and here you go, you feel sick, oh god where is the floor.

Girl you make me wanna get you pregnant
Lay your body down and get you pregnant (knock you up)
Pregnant (knock you uuup)

Tip gives good advice and 50 gets Hulky? Duh.

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:51:17 -0500

Tip gives good advice and 50 gets Hulky? Duh.

anecho: To: durga and max. When in another country without you,...

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:11:00 -0500

anecho:

To: durga and max. When in another country without you, this is who i’m left with. Help!

Ladies and gentlemen, for one night only: Tait Foster.

Tip your waitress!

"Every time I read that someone has spoken badly of me, I begin to cry; I drag myself across the..."

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 17:25:00 -0500

“Every time I read that someone has spoken badly of me, I begin to cry; I drag myself across the floor; I scratch myself; I stop writing indefinitely; I lose my appetite; I smoke less; I engage in sport; I go for walks on the edge of the sea — which, by the way, is less than 30 meters from my house — and I ask the seagulls, whose ancestors ate the fish who ate Ulysses: Why me? Why? I’ve done you no harm.”

- Roberto Bolaño via nymag. I feel you, hombre.

You know?

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 11:01:57 -0500

You know?

Photo

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 19:32:47 -0500

Secretly I am pretty afraid that I will never love anyone else...

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 14:44:37 -0500

Secretly I am pretty afraid that I will never love anyone else the way I love Billy Gibbons. Taught me how to love, pt.3

Photo

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 23:06:09 -0500

Isn't there anybody that loves me?

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 15:47:00 -0500

Ben Stone: You were shoveling snow.
Meredith Morton: I... What?
Ben Stone: You were just a little girl in a flannel night gown. And you were shoveling snow from the walk in front of our house. And I was the snow, I was the snow. And everywhere it landed and everywhere it covered. You scoop me up with a big red shovel. You scoop me up.

................MAX

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 15:46:00 -0500

................MAX:

(via oldfussandfeathers)

Oh, Tait. You know me so well.

Miss you, old man. Use these wisely until I see you next.

I think it’s important that you watch this video of...

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 22:48:17 -0500

I think it’s important that you watch this video of Vladamir Putin rapping at the “Battle for Respect: Start it Today” music concert. Because, as Vlad says, “Street rap may be a little bit rough, but it contains social meaning raising social problems.”

true story: this is a photo of the first time noah and I met.

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 22:42:10 -0500

true story: this is a photo of the first time noah and I met.

Once upon a time, Martha Stewart was wicked hot. And Giadas will...

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:33:21 -0500

Once upon a time, Martha Stewart was wicked hot. And Giadas will come, and Giadas will go, but a beauty like this is timeless. She might be a little older, and she might have some crazy new horses that she keeps indoors because she doesn’t like their coats to turn red in the sun, but goddamnit she is made of ice and marzipan and she’s still a fox.

molls: While I was laying around acting cunty and probably...

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 21:43:00 -0500

molls:

While I was laying around acting cunty and probably writing mean things in my secret Word documents, Beyonce was stage diving in London.

Where were you when Beyonce was stage diving in London?

Honestly? I am surprised that she even needed people’s arms to hold her up because seriously have you ever in your LIFE seen a more likely person to be held aloft solely by the dreams and hopes of a crowd of people undulating along to her every melodic syllable?

THIS IS HOW YOU PUT ON A CONCERT, PEOPLE. HOW YOU PUT ON A CONCERT, AND HOW YOU MOVE MOUNTAINS.

(via durgapolashi) My love for B is the kind of long-lasting,...

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 17:53:00 -0500

(via durgapolashi)

My love for B is the kind of long-lasting, wife-talk shit that makes you want to quit the game and buy a cabin somewhere with a lot of trees, and get a big lazy dog named after a scientist you both love, and spend the rest of your days talking about the future using “we” and never EVER mentioning that crazy other chick you used to THINK you were in love with, which is so dumb because that was before you even knew what love was—lohan something? But you didn’t REALLY know love, not REAL love, until right now, this moment that this goddess is standing in front of you with a candy-colored machine gun and a spine made of tightly coiled springs, telling you she’ll let you film her.

...as if there is more than one answer to "Would you ever eat at Arby's?" Please.

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 15:24:00 -0500

...as if there is more than one answer to "Would you ever eat at Arby's?" Please.

my ebay recommendations are spot-on.

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 14:59:53 -0500

my ebay recommendations are spot-on.

I’m going to pitch a new show to National Geographic where...

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 14:23:00 -0500

I’m going to pitch a new show to National Geographic where I go out into the wild and observe the delicate and often dangerous lifestyle of the elusive Fragile Male Ego in its natural habitat.

“Our narrator has secretly replaced all the girls at the bar with high-end prostitutes who will casually insinuate that our subject male’s virility might in fact be deteriorating with old age. LET’S WATCH WHAT HAPPENS.”

—new work by sarah sze for the french biennial in lyon

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 13:25:48 -0500

—new work by sarah sze for the french biennial in lyon

want.

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 08:57:21 -0500

want.