“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” — Anaïs Nin
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“I keep waiting to meet a man who has more balls than I do.”
— Salma Hayek
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“Complain all you want. It’s like railing against the pounding surf. [Rachael Ray] only grows stronger and more powerful. Her ear-shattering tones louder and louder. We KNOW she can’t cook. She shrewdly tells us so. So…what is she selling us? Really? She’s selling us satisfaction, the smug reassurance that mediocrity is quite enough. She’s a friendly, familiar face who appears regularly on our screens to tell us that ‘Even your dumb, lazy ass can cook this!’ Wallowing in your own crapulence on your Cheeto-littered couch you watch her and think, ‘Hell…I could do that. I ain’t gonna…but I could—if I wanted! Now where’s my damn jug a Diet Pepsi?’ Where the saintly Julia Child sought to raise expectations, to enlighten us, make us better—teach us—and in fact, did, Rachael uses her strange and terrible powers to narcotize her public with her hypnotic mantra of Yummo and Evoo and Sammys. ‘You’re doing just fine. You don’t even have to chop an onion—you can buy it already chopped. Aspire to nothing…Just sit there. Have another Triscuit…Sleep….sleep….’”
—Anthony Bourdain
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chip: like all i gotta do now is just lift weights for mah arms, which will b ez
pineapple: hahaha word
pineapple: i want to get free weights for home
pineapple : cuz i want to not have disgusting arms
chip: well
pineapple: for when i get my half sleeve tattoo
chip: what weight do you want
chip: i have a 20 lb and a 25
pineapple: hrm…i could do something with 20 maybe
pineapple: all my strenght is in my legs
pineapple: like, i could fuck a mofo up
chip: lol
pineapple: but mah arms are useless
pineapple: i’m like a damn trex
chip: lol
chip: lolol
pineapple: obviously bad ass but flawed
chip: LOL
pineapple: still awesome
chip: hehe
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pineapple: the only benefit of my big stupid breakup was the whiskey/cigarettes/stay up all night diet
midget: i know. i got teeny after the breakup
pineapple: i would stay out all night drinking
midget: alcohol and nicotine is great
pineapple: smoking
midget: no eating
pineapple: take a bus home, shower, go to the gym at 6 am, work out, shower, go to work, go right back to the bar
midget: i know, i miss those days
pineapple: guinness = dinner
pineapple: i was miserable, but had tinier clothes and a smaller ass
pineapple: oh, and a waist
midget: my boobs, waist, and ass weren’t the same size there was definition at one point i swear there was
pineapple: why can’t i be happy*, and not fat?
maybe the boy and i can stage a fake breakup, but not tell anyone but my ass. that way i can trick it into thinking i’m so heartbroken and nothing in the world tastes better than whiskey and tears. and marlboro lights.
le sigh.
*Note: i actually am, very happy
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somewhere in the vicinity of the wonder bar:
“wooooooooo! i’m a lesbian! i love chicks! i love chicks! i’m a fuckin’ lesbian!” shouted the barely-legal, drunk-as-fuck, retarded hipster boy.
he then proceeded to ask any passers by if they, too, were lesbians. because, you know, he totally is.
indeed.
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chip: hmm you can mix limoncello in lemonaide right?
chip: i am going to try to mix trade joes with that see what happenz
chip: omg
chip: TOP HATS
chip: fall team needs top hats
pineapple: HAHAHAHA
pineapple: omg chip is on crack
chip: lol
chip: omg ya that needs to be twittered or something
i would like to say that i would totally advocate a kickball team with top hats*. we would be so-fucking-snazzy. snazzeroo zoo.
*This post paid for by the Committee for Top Hat Wearing Kickballers ’08
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