Mayday for the Girl
27/10/2009
i love this jem of a show.
ntash and i used to lay out, half dressed/half alive, on the couches in her apartment on wilbrod during the blistering summer heat and watch episode after episode on dvd…
i want to re watch the entire series again now!
This series ending never fails to reduce me to a quivering and sobbing mess of a person. So brilliant.
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26/10/2009
Butters died.
jgh:
They performed the surgery and he had 4 perforations and there were bacterial infections lining his GI tract and his pancreas. The vet said the only humane outcome would be to euthanize him.
I’m so, so sorry J. <3
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José González- “Hand on Your Heart”
This is a really beautiful song.
It’s a Kylie Minogue cover right? Jose Gonzalez can cover the shit out of a song.
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When I was really little...
My parents put me into violin lessons. I was probably five or six, and I was studying by Suzuki method, so it was basically a tiny book of pieces I was supposed to learn one by one. Well, the last piece in the book was Minuet I by J.S. Bach, so there I was standing in my living room, practicing the piece. My dad comes over, looks at my music and brings it over to my mom an says excitedly, “Carolyn look! She’s playing Bach!” My mom doesn’t look up from her magazine and replies, “Really? I thought she was just playing bad.”
These are the things you remember. Thanks Mom.
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25/10/2009
Larger Than Life - Backstreet Boys
my motherfucking jam
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HOLY FUCK
WOW JOE! How old is this?
Aw I think it’s kinda cute <3
I try to keep my crazy love for Joe Jonas OFF of tumblr, but hot damn… loving the haircut. Hmmm.
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24/10/2009
The most amazing video I’ve ever seen. Seriously. It involves trampolines.
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23/10/2009
In job interviews, I always say one of my attributes is that I'm patient...
That’s a lie.
It’s not that I’m impatient, really, it’s that I’m scared of waiting. It can be big things, like waiting to hear if I got the job, or if I got into the school I wanted, or it can be something completely trivial like waiting for a package to come. I get anxious. I can’t stop thinking about it. I obsess over it, playing out everything that can go wrong over and over again in my head. I get upset.
It’s completely ridiculous, and I know it is, but I’m always scared that what I’m waiting for will never come. So I hate waiting.
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