Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving...– Albert Einstein (via meltinyourmouth) (via triangular)
Le Fabuleux Destin D’Amélie Poulain - Les...
Ok. I had a big trial thingy this week and I’ve spent the past week or two prepping for it. Apparently the US economy really missed the 1930s and decided to revisit. Aaaand I’ll be heading over to China because maybe communism isn’t so bad after all. In other news, I’m starting to write a letter…to her. I’ll be honest, I’m not sure who she is. I think...
777 points?! Are you kidding me?! I close my eyes for one day and the economy collapses? Wachovia’s gone?! Obv. am moving to China tomorrow
On a Josh Ritter kick today.
He coulda got married in the revival man’s tent, but there ain’t no reviving what’s gone
::pouring one out for his homie, Paul Newman::
I tried to tell my professor that I wasn’t going to turn in my legal memo because, in light of the seriousness of the market, I was needed in Washington…but it didn’t seem to fly.
“Stand up. Face forward. Hesitate and you will die. Retreat and you will grow old.”
OMFG I hate dan humphrey.
OMFG I hate dan humphrey. and yes I’m apparently 16.
We’ve already had our crisis, so it’s pretty difficult to blow up twice in a...– Anxious Depositors Withdraw Cash From Asian Bank - NYTimes.com
What Obama's response should be:
emmyjean: notthatkindagay: “I am putting country first. This country deserves to see you and me side by side debating the issues important to them. This country deserves an administration which puts the interests of its citizens first. This country deserves to go into the voting booth on November 4th making the most educated decision about who should lead this country. Friday’s debate will help...
Happy Judiciary Act Day!
AUTUMN IS HERE! PUMPKINS HAYRIDES CIDER SCARVES LEAVES CHANGING COLORS SWEATERS APPLE CRISP ROSY CHEEKS!!
Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns...– J.D. Salinger “A Girl I knew” (via alexash) (via sarahsaturday) (via dilaudid)
sonofabitch. Why is everyone eating red velvet cupcakes but me?
feels so unnatural/Peter Gabriel too
Vampire Weekend - Ottoman Nick &...
sailingonthesea: delbertshoopman: The Killers:...
He asked her to waltz. “No,” he was told. “I will not waltz with you. And I’m going to tell you the reasons why. The first is you are clearly drunk. The second is this is not a waltz, it’s the Peruvian national anthem. And the third, I’m not a woman, I’m the Cardinal of Montevideo.”
“You say cock-loving as if it’s a bad thing” — Victoria
It was years ago. College. We were out one summer night. (I remember it was summer because you twirled around in the field near my house and you startled resting fireflies. You twirled like a whirling dervish in a field of moving lights and sleeping flowers and you laughed and I fell a little more in love with you.) After the twirling, after the movie, after dinner, and after the walking, we...
Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek “All those...
But novelists write for countless different reasons…I could fill a book with...– John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman (via wordplay) (via glitterati) (via ledgeradio)
New study tool for law school: Amélie OST. Really beautiful music.
Testing out pingfm again…
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I distinctly seem to remember that during high school and college, I was the guy that could flirt outrageously while still remaining cute. I was the guy that could be bold enough to be romantic and memorable. Somewhere during my mid-20s, boldness was replaced with “crippling shyness” and outrageous but cute flirtation has been revamped as “inappropriate comments that increase awkwardness.” (If I...
You ever call someone to wish them a happy birthday only to get their voice mail? And then you leave them a message talking about how great they are and how much you wish them a happy birthday? You…
I’ll tell you your fortune if you tell me your past.
Somewhere in between the tangle of sheets, kisses, electricity, and discarded clothes, they both found that which they had been looking for. They fell asleep holding each other and, together, they began to dream.
One of my all time fav. songs and Blair Waldorf...
I would say I’m about 75 percent technique, and 25 percent Red Bull.– Neil Patrick Harris (via emmyjean)
That’s what she said. In my younger days (read: 2 months ago), I was totally that guy. While I’ve slowed it down some, I must confess that this vid had me cracking up. Via
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Haircuts have always been tricky endeavors. More often than not, I walk out of the salon or barbershop feeling uncertain, self-conscious, and in need of verbal validation from my mother. In fact,…
How much would that helmet sell for on ebay?
(From an old Rolling Stone Eddie Vedder Interview)
Interviewer: I understand that the guys would present riffs and you'd pick the weird one instead of the one that sounded like Pearl Jam. And also, I wonder if there were other songs that were as catchy or as poppy as "Betterman" but we never heard them because they weren't what you wanted.
EV: Yeah. We were all trying to tame the beast. I was the guy who got [stalkers] or whatever, it just happened. And so it probably seemed more life-threatening to me to tame the beast. And you know, we're talking about melodies and hooks in a song, and could that be life-threatening? But, I've just explained it. I felt that with any more popularity we were going to be crushed, or our heads were going to pop like grapes. I went through this fucking yearlong period where I wore helmets all the time. It was like army helmets that I'd find, or just like whatever. It was this kind of analogy, like I need a helmet...I felt like...it's just funny looking...sleeping in a fucking army helmet. I remember one day after a Lollapalooza gig, I woke up in a hotel in an army helmet and a T-shirt. And, I heard a live band playing. I thought it was a live band. So I went out the door to see if it was live. I had to know -- was that a real stand-up bass? Or were they just playing music in the atrium or whatever? So I pushed the door open, went to look, you know, and I looked back and the door just went [makes a clicking sound]. So I'm standing in the hotel, in this atrium thing and I've got an army helmet on and a T-shirt.
Interviewer: In like your underwear? Nothing?
EV: Nothing; army helmet and a T-shirt. I was thinking, "Aww, this is really bad." And so I go down to the maids, but they won't let me in. I don't know anybody else's room number. Everyone's got a pseudonym. I don't know who's what. And, so I take the T-shirt off, wrap it around the back, put the army helmet over the front, go down in this glass elevator, it's Easter Sunday -- this all starts to hit me -- it's Easter Sunday, there's all these people in their Easter [best]. It was somewhere in the Midwest like Milwaukee or something. I had to walk through the people, and parents were hiding their kids from this freaky guy. It must have been like a real apparition. Then -- sorry I got into this story; I'll just finish it -- but the funny thing is that I actually waited in line. There was a line at the front desk. I actually waited in line behind two other people. It was kind of a Tarzan goes to Vietnam look or something. And then of course you get to the lady, tell her your problem, locked out of your room and, of course, she asks for an ID. That's when I lost it.