And I thought TLC's "Unpretty" was a scary music video - the implant falling out of that woman's chest? Does anyone remember that? Yeah. #scarred. I think they took that scene out after the music video premiered.
But Jake Gyllenhaal has taken scary to a whole new level. This music video from French electro-pop group The Shoes shows Gyllenhaal going bonkers like Christian Bale circa American Psycho. Not only is it scary but it's lengthy, almost nine minutes long but you can't help but watch Jake. Not only is he so dreamy and scruffy and mmm mmm mmm but he's fucking nuts.
If you're a pussy, then click the X at the top right-hand corner of your screen...
Time to Dance - The Shoes
I still love you, Jake especially since you're in Vampire Weekend's "Giving Up the Gun" music video, which #BTW is also my ring tone on my schell phaone. This is the funniest ish ever...
Giving Up the Gun - Vampire Weekend
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
An Ode to Friends
Today is National Best Friends Day. So I thought I'd take some time out of my "really busy schedule" on this overcast casual Friday to bid some heartfelt gratitude and love to some of my favorite beebles. Yes, beebles. It beats being called a cunt scab let's just say that.
For the record, my friend group consists of both males and females, with the latter being more prominent on my Beeble VIP list. While on the topic of gender, my male companions as I would like to call them (don't worry, strictly platonic), have been there to listen to me bitch about nonsense just like my female bitties do. I like to get a male perspective on life things, love things, and alcohol things. For example, I wouldn't necessarily say I'd share the love of whiskey, or is it Scotch(?), with my friend Andrew but we can still have a lengthy discussion about tobacco commercials and our mutual distaste for a company we both applied to. Same goes for my friend Jordan, who I can have really vulgar conversations with knowing he won't try to stick his finger in my Venus Fly-Trap. Like I said, we can be vulgar and not fear for the worst. He's also a great person to watch Nip/Fuck with (along with KYLE!) and to eat foodz with.
My female titty committee has my back as well. For example, I can rely on Kayla being there to hate people I used to date even after I've said some irrational things to her in a heated text feud, or "bully" her on social media sites. She's like a sister to me so I'd say it's normal to fight for five seconds then bury the hatchet with cheese, wine, chocolate, or vodka. What can I say, she wants the best for me as I do her. Whoa, not like "I do my best friend" but like "I want the best for her as well." I'm gonna stop talking.
My friends are not only shoulders to cry on, emitting at times a tough-love approach, but they are also comic reliefs. Like that one time I was in the Hamptons and dropped my friend (twice) on concrete. I was laughing so hard, I had to pee so I proceeded to pee next to her. She was okay with it. And when Gianna gives me relationship, health, and life advice, we proceed to pee ourselves, choke on our own spit, and ROFL on the dirty kitchen floor at stupid things and people.
I'm also not afraid to laugh at my ridiculous behavior with my friends - like that one time I got my period on the futon junior year sitting next to Frump, and Bubba texted me from across the room saying it's all okay. I actually don't think I admitted that story until right now. Oh well. Now it's funny to laugh at I guess.
My friends laugh at me because well, I make them laugh whether it be from ranting about something that pisses me off (6 times out of 10 I'm pissed off at something or someone), I sing really badly, I randomly get tourrettes and say awkward out-of-nowhere comments ("Nigga made a pizza!" or when I run with a hot sauce pan, "Hot plate! HOT PLATE!"), I trip over myself or bump into a wall, I tell stories about said ridiculous behavior with my well-known sarcastic touch and "Really?Really." face, my impersonations of our former rowing coach, celebrities, and other friends we make fun of, etc. Hey, if you can't make fun of each other and laugh about it afterwards, then go live in a hole with bears and be boring and shit.
I love my friends. I do. They are close to being my everything. If I had to choose between a beautiful bowl of avocados or my friends to save from a burning building, I would choose my friends. Granted, they would be heavy fucks to carry but I'd like to think of myself as rather innovative in times of stress. And being an only child, I rely on them to be personal safety nets and humanly figures to console me when someone hurts my feelings. Like this...
So here's to friends. My friends. I love you all and I have no idea what I'd do if it weren't for any of you there to pick me up when I'm down on my luck or drunk off my feet. For all the times I've cried about being single or dating douchebags and not knowing what to do, and those times you dragged my crabby ass out on the town for laughs, fun, and drinks. For those times where we can be lazy together and do absolutely nothing all day and be okay with it. For those times we say we're going to get healthy and end up drinking bottles of wine and eating homemade pizza. For the times when you hear me say things like, "Ouch, my vagina!" or "I'd fuck to that!" For those times where I can pee with the door open and none of you will think anything weird about it, I thank you. Even if we don't see each other often, I love how we can start right where we left off. I will continue to share the fondest of fondest memories and ridiculous behavior with my friends. Most of it will probably be published here with their permission (maybe). They wouldn't sue. They love me. Right?!
AND FOR THE RECORD: If you are not seen in any of the pictures above, do not get offended or take anything personally. I know some of you will (ehem, Danielle).
For the record, my friend group consists of both males and females, with the latter being more prominent on my Beeble VIP list. While on the topic of gender, my male companions as I would like to call them (don't worry, strictly platonic), have been there to listen to me bitch about nonsense just like my female bitties do. I like to get a male perspective on life things, love things, and alcohol things. For example, I wouldn't necessarily say I'd share the love of whiskey, or is it Scotch(?), with my friend Andrew but we can still have a lengthy discussion about tobacco commercials and our mutual distaste for a company we both applied to. Same goes for my friend Jordan, who I can have really vulgar conversations with knowing he won't try to stick his finger in my Venus Fly-Trap. Like I said, we can be vulgar and not fear for the worst. He's also a great person to watch Nip/Fuck with (along with KYLE!) and to eat foodz with.
My female titty committee has my back as well. For example, I can rely on Kayla being there to hate people I used to date even after I've said some irrational things to her in a heated text feud, or "bully" her on social media sites. She's like a sister to me so I'd say it's normal to fight for five seconds then bury the hatchet with cheese, wine, chocolate, or vodka. What can I say, she wants the best for me as I do her. Whoa, not like "I do my best friend" but like "I want the best for her as well." I'm gonna stop talking.
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| DMB/Iona/Pdale biddies :) |
My friends laugh at me because well, I make them laugh whether it be from ranting about something that pisses me off (6 times out of 10 I'm pissed off at something or someone), I sing really badly, I randomly get tourrettes and say awkward out-of-nowhere comments ("Nigga made a pizza!" or when I run with a hot sauce pan, "Hot plate! HOT PLATE!"), I trip over myself or bump into a wall, I tell stories about said ridiculous behavior with my well-known sarcastic touch and "Really?Really." face, my impersonations of our former rowing coach, celebrities, and other friends we make fun of, etc. Hey, if you can't make fun of each other and laugh about it afterwards, then go live in a hole with bears and be boring and shit.
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| UNDA Spring 2010 - Until we meet again <3 |
So here's to friends. My friends. I love you all and I have no idea what I'd do if it weren't for any of you there to pick me up when I'm down on my luck or drunk off my feet. For all the times I've cried about being single or dating douchebags and not knowing what to do, and those times you dragged my crabby ass out on the town for laughs, fun, and drinks. For those times where we can be lazy together and do absolutely nothing all day and be okay with it. For those times we say we're going to get healthy and end up drinking bottles of wine and eating homemade pizza. For the times when you hear me say things like, "Ouch, my vagina!" or "I'd fuck to that!" For those times where I can pee with the door open and none of you will think anything weird about it, I thank you. Even if we don't see each other often, I love how we can start right where we left off. I will continue to share the fondest of fondest memories and ridiculous behavior with my friends. Most of it will probably be published here with their permission (maybe). They wouldn't sue. They love me. Right?!
AND FOR THE RECORD: If you are not seen in any of the pictures above, do not get offended or take anything personally. I know some of you will (ehem, Danielle).
Friday, June 1, 2012
Tres palabras
If only I could flat out say it. If I didn't freak myself out before even thinking about saying it.
To me, there's a difference. There's a time and a place that just makes it feel right; makes it feel better. When you say it, you have to mean it. No routine, no doing anyone favors, just mean it. You can't half-ass the words because then it won't make sense, it won't be true. You're better off not saying anything if you don't mean it at all. It hurts when it's not true.
You can say it to some people like good friends and family. When you say it to them, you mean it platonically, honestly but lovingly nonetheless. It comes out without hesitation - you're used to it.
But when you say it to someone you truly care about, someone you can see yourself sharing laughs, kisses, tears, hardships and romance with, it takes time and a little courage to say it.
Sometimes you can't even write it, can't type it, can't rehearse it either. You make short-handed versions of the term as a way of lessening the strike and impact. You certainly don't want to scare away the pigeons or be too forward.
To some people it's not a big deal but to others it means everything. To the one's it matters to, it's like a revelation of some sort. It can be realized when you wake up in the morning or on your commute to work. It can be realized when you see an advertisement on the subway or if you hear something familiar, see something familiar, smell something familiar.
To the people it matters to, it can't be rushed. We want to hear it but we can't force it either. It may be difficult to talk about; more awkward if anything. You don't really know how to bring it up. You can't smoothly transition to a different topic after the mentioning of it.
You know what I'm talking about...those three words...
To me, there's a difference. There's a time and a place that just makes it feel right; makes it feel better. When you say it, you have to mean it. No routine, no doing anyone favors, just mean it. You can't half-ass the words because then it won't make sense, it won't be true. You're better off not saying anything if you don't mean it at all. It hurts when it's not true.
You can say it to some people like good friends and family. When you say it to them, you mean it platonically, honestly but lovingly nonetheless. It comes out without hesitation - you're used to it.
But when you say it to someone you truly care about, someone you can see yourself sharing laughs, kisses, tears, hardships and romance with, it takes time and a little courage to say it.
Sometimes you can't even write it, can't type it, can't rehearse it either. You make short-handed versions of the term as a way of lessening the strike and impact. You certainly don't want to scare away the pigeons or be too forward.
To some people it's not a big deal but to others it means everything. To the one's it matters to, it's like a revelation of some sort. It can be realized when you wake up in the morning or on your commute to work. It can be realized when you see an advertisement on the subway or if you hear something familiar, see something familiar, smell something familiar.
To the people it matters to, it can't be rushed. We want to hear it but we can't force it either. It may be difficult to talk about; more awkward if anything. You don't really know how to bring it up. You can't smoothly transition to a different topic after the mentioning of it.
You know what I'm talking about...those three words...
I shit myself.
Okay, okay, okay. Obviously, I ruined this post. Or did I? I obviously am still trying to find a way of expressing my...emotions. So this is a start, right? I know it but I still can't say it. So I joke about it, "to lessen the strike and impact." Have a lovely weekend, everyone. Happy June 1st :)
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