Archive for December, 2008

The Cure: For A Hangover

Monday, December 29th, 2008



Follow these steps:

1. wake (not before 11am)
2. burn
3. IHOP (include (1)vanilla milkshake and (2)iced tea)
4. shower
5. (3hrs) nap
6. eat some homemade YOOM food!





All better, and no medication needed.

When it comes to my boys…

Monday, December 29th, 2008

…they bring it harddddddddd.
My boys and i went out to this little jazz bar and proceeded to “bring the rock” except, i guess you’d say jazz instead of rock. Twelve pints and two shots of tequila, i guess you could say it resulted in a very merry almost Christmas.

For those of you who don’t listen to jazz, you should, its called being cultured.
Also listen to “Comeback” by Josh Rouse, that’s not as much culture as good.

For Christmas also see:
1. 7:14 am texts
2. speaking Japanese to Japanese people
3. Bottles of imported single malt scotch
4. Roll out piano set ups
5. $500 bottles of tequila that smells like chocolate heaven and tastes like “god’s cum” (that’s a direct quote).











The blurry photos mean i was drunk, sorry.

new wallpapers for the cellular!

Monday, December 29th, 2008

Hope everyone had a lovely holiday!
I don’t know why, but getting new wallpapers for my phone makes me incredibly happy.
These are the new ones i got over this past holiday.



Bunnies



Burberry



Pretty colors.



Darth Vader!

A&H

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

A&H

Hahahahahahaha

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008



Hahahahahaha.
Its just that they say nigga, and blao, hahahahahaha.

True love/Insanity

Monday, December 22nd, 2008

So i was over on this website gizmodo checking up on all the new gadgets as I’m obsessed with anything technological related. Long story short, i saw something that wasn’t exactly technologically related, but something that was just super random and strange.There’s a woman who buried her husband with his cell phone fully charged and then calls from time to time to leave him voicemails. Now that’s what we call devotion… and just god damn insane.

Scope the full story HERE.

P.S.: She also engraved his cell phone number onto his gravestone so that other loved ones visiting him could call and leave him voicemails as well. I looked very closely on the photo of his gravestone linked via this page on gizmodo’s website and actually called. Its really him!
But his mailbox is full.

Kid’s a creep.