Save Heathie!

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Kristin and Ethan, Wedding invite. 

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I loathe novelty/ celebrity fragrances, but I'm trying like hell to pass this one up. Failing. 

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Average Orthodox Easter. Greek fam. I am full of love and baklava. 

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Sarah Farahani comes through in the clutch. They're in the mail. 

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It was a good Easter-- for an atheish.

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Note:

If you watched Dallas for 24 hours straight without sleep, it would take you 15 days to complete the entire series. 

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Dallas marathon starts tomorrow. Send iron-on letters; forget the shirt, ringer tees aren't my scene. 

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Good gaaaawwwd Betty Friedan is so whiney. 

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Oh my fuck. 

1) NEVER taught them that.

2) Almost peed in pants.

3) Going to go shoot self. 

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Heathie wait'in.

Jason gave John this shirt as a gift. I tried it on before he could. 

I want this. A tighter version. Omar was the best. 

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Haiku

I didn't see it.

Therefore it doesn't exist.

Sweet dreams, goodnight moon. 

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Ya know, I might be able to fall asleep if this song weren't still stuck in my head. Problems.

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There are many reasons why I hate St. Patrick's Day: I can't stand parades (I always get trapped in them by accident), organized day-drinking bugs me —

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Tapes.

When it was looking like I was going to have to move to Kentucky, I was semi-comforted by the thought that I could mitigate my misery by emulating Claire Colburn. I would become a student of mix-tapes--and names-- and sit around my  charming apartment till the wee hours of the morning wearing a Maker's Mark t-shirt getting brain cancer from talking on a cell phone all night to some hot, mildly-intriguing dude I barely know. 

But then UCLA came knocking, and I was spared that fate.

Driving to work today, it seemed like a good day to listen to the Ramones. I thought about how now I'm pretty sure I could make a soundtrack that could rival that of a Wes Anderson, or at the very least a Cameron Crowe, film. And you know what, I think you could too. You know you've thought the same thing at least once... probably more.... 

Let's compare notes, yes? I think after all we have been through, you owe me at least one lousy mixtape. 

Objective--

You: make a playlist that is 90 minutes long.

Don't forget the rules: the 90 min. restriction implies that your playlist is divided into two halves of 45 minutes each. Each half must not exceed 45 minutes. And under no circumstances are you to record any of your own shitty DIY music, okay? Leave that to the professionals. And nothing lame either... errr, scratch that, lame is fine-- you know, in a "Mr. Roboto" kind of way. Theme tapes are okay. I once made an entire mixtape about love songs that use drugs as a metaphor for relationships and heartbreak. Be creative! You'll get extra points if you *gasp* actually get the playlist on a real TAPE! :0

**Tapes can be found at staples. ...  Yes, that Staples. I already checked.

DO IT! Do it NOW!! :)

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"Can you say 'Scumbucket'?"

I have a feeling I will soon be at the mercy of a slumlord. Better learn the ropes.

Thank God for this instructional film series!

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Drunkenness is temporary suicide: the happiness that it brings is merely negative, a momentary cessation of unhappiness.

Bertrand Russell

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Nevermind. Here is a cute video about a banana and a lemon who find love.

YAAAAAY!!