alwaysbleeding asked: Yeah. I woke up facedown on the bed, sideways, still wearing all my clothes and boots, then discovered I'd gone grocery shopping somewhere between the bar and my house last night. My hangover is horrible, but at least theres food. (Bell peppers were 10 for $10. I'm a thrifty blackout drinker)
itsonlyparanoia asked: Can you make me a cake and mail it on over?
I’ve been watching Lena Dunham’s work all night, and it makes me feel like whatever I have to say is really important and special and also that I think we could be friends, in real life? I just really love that chick. Between you and me, I should probably go to sleep, NOW.
I am so hungry right now. And my cat is snoring. 1:30am 4/30/12 THIS IS THE NEWS.
I’m just not into this San Francisco thing of putting french fries in a falafel sandwich. I won’t say Chicago is superior often, but that city KNOWS how to do falafel sandwiches. #SultansMarket
Britney and I haven’t seen Lola Versus (yet!! tomorrow night!!) I was just getting her amped. In an obnoxious text message. Britney makes my life worth living — she totally gets mumblecore as like, a genre. Of movies. To watch. Without a plot. Like, I wasn’t trying to quote Greta Gerwig or anything. (OMG GRETA GERWIG, right?!)
Dear Coquette: On dreads. →
dearcoquette: I’m worried that my dreads are wrong and that it’s wrong for me to have them. Historically my culture; be it American, Mexican, or Dutch, does not include dreads. They are also of no spiritual importance to me. I feel that by me having them I am misrepresenting a culture that I do not, in any…
missionmission: friendlybabyghost: a tourist who refers to the mission district of san francisco as “little mexico.” I like it!
molls: kellyoxford: Look at what GLEE has done to us. :( There is no way that guy went back to Domino’s and could explain what happened to him, and there’s no way he has the internet. The guy on the bike at the end.
Dear Cally: Do Not Apply Lashes Directly to... →
dearcally: Hello! Ultra super surprise - I dyed my hair! Can you even keep up? My dad can’t. Are you trying? He’s not. I decided to dye it back to brown (totally all by myself) because the bleach was breaking my hair for real. It was so damaged that I needed to cut about 4 inches off (mildly totally all by…
This just about sums it up. #420!
This was my day, in my neighborhood. It was Upper Haight’s big day and I hated every minute of it! Actually, I really liked the part where I made fun of all the stoned tourists on twitter, Instagram and to my roommate. upperhaightfog: Now there are just stragglers, and the streets are a mess. It was like a day at the circus! A horrible, scary circus.
Time to listen to some Katy Perry, drink some boxed wine and start writing. WHAT. Every artiste has their method!
I really did say this.