Pluck Thyself

2011-08-11

WHERE CAN WE GET A PROPER DOWNLOAD LINK FOR 'NEVER SAY NEVER'???

j: I FOUND IT
j: but its the version for blind people..
j: so like theres this british bitch in the background describing everything
b: ohh nooooo
j: "justin dances in front of a giant screen"
j: "stars rush around the paramount logo"

2011-07-31

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Love you Paul

There is a transition toward the end of the century away from men’s and women’s mutual enjoyment and widespread consumption of sexually explicit material such as chapbooks, pamphlets, poetry, and midwifery manuals.

2011-07-17

WANT

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Nina Kraviz is mad good looking.

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2011-07-16

favorite commercial on TV and one of the more clever ones in my opinion

2011-06-28

The first picture is of my coworkers! They made the Daily Mail and isn’t our uniform super cute? The glowing blocks laid out like Stonehenge are where I would have spent more time because that’s where they had mad techno/dance music.

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Glaston-Berry

This was my first music festival of the sleepover variety and the first time I’ve camped outside in a tent. The tent situation was surprisingly comfortable but probably because the ground was soft mud, part swamp. For the most part, it was fucking amazing but doing 10 hours of manual labor at my Baps and Wraps food stall per day started to kill me the last few days, especially since I was sleeping 4-5 hours max.

So here are the bands/DJs I saw: Ke$ha, Radiohead, Alex Metric, Gold Panda, like 5 minutes of Mumford and Sons, and Beyonce.

Beyonce was amazing (pretty fireworks! gold sparkly outfit! female empowerment!!) and Ke$ha was fantastic. Since Ke$h was a surprise guest, as soon as she came onstage people started leaving with disappointment. I on the other hand, and all the other people with a decent sense of humor or true dedication to Ke$h got up right to the front and grooved out. Go Ke$h! Sing it, girl!

2011-06-19

Nothing compares. Nothing compares. To food.

2011-06-10

Mad Libs was conceived in 1953, when Mr. Stern was writing a script for “The Honeymooners.” As he recounted in interviews afterward, he was casting about for a particular word. His friend Roger Price, a humor writer, happened by.

“I need an adjective,” Mr. Stern said.

Mr. Price obligingly supplied two: “clumsy” and “naked.”

Mr. Stern laughed out loud. The word was intended to describe the nose of Ralph Kramden’s boss.

-The NYT