Rompers
Guitars
Andrew W.K.
Height
Flannel
Undercuts
Masturbation
The “This is Your Life” of Makeouts
The “This is Your Life” of Makeouts Part II: Lindsay’s Diet
Vancouver is Kinda Okay, Sometimes
The Virgin Mary
The Virgins (Well, the cute ones)
Runaround Sue
Lipstick
Leggings
The Met
Getting my leather, leather, leather on.
Gang Warfare
Cancer
Common-law Divorce
“It would be a transcendental experience. If I was looking up or behind, it would be almost the same view.”
“Sorry I didn’t text you back last night but _____ came over last night and broke both the condom and the bed…Morning after pill to the rescue. Not joking about the bed. Now I have to buy a new bed.”
M1: Can we do a remix of Ida Maria entitled: “I like you so much better when your drunk?”
M2: OMG WRONG “YOU’RE.”
M1: It was on purpose. To emphasize the drunk.
M2: What a beautiful lie.
M1: Go fuck yourself.
M2: I might, but all this typing is keeping my hands pretty busy.
“That’s what you get for liking the men you do. You get fucking guitars and rat-tails and Golden Girls run-ins and unreliability and man-children. And the occasional bout of coke-induced crazy talk.”
“The shitty thing about tall guys is I can’t tell if they’re balding from down here. So I never know for sure until they bend over to take their shoes off, and by that point it’s too late.”