a pet peeve of mine raisins in chicken salad act right, dear fuckos
obviouslytma: woops, 3-day weekends make for really forgetful blog situations. here’s a picture (that’s not mine) to remind you that i’m still here. see ya in a day or two. robert frank sick of goodbyes, 1978
dead waterbug haiku
while cleaning my room, dry and curled up. i guess i had to do this.
i can hear my lungs sneezes endanger bladder why are trees bitches?
no action haiku
where the men be at we’re walking through the desert elvis costello
perusing photos i can taste the savory it’s stomach torture
of couches we’ve two two is too many for us life is really hard
i just wanna like take you home, tie you up, and shave your face.– b
never had to knock on wood, but tonight we will win that trivia
watch out, prospect heights
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Atonement Of The Week
Dear Leigh, I am sorry that I am going to be the reason you lose trivia this week. I have things to do. You know. Eat tasty treats. Enjoy complimentary glasses of wine. But you know. You’d be there if you didn’t work til fucking 8 pm in the evening! I love you. Briana
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Metal Band Name Of The Week
Everyone is a little bitch.– God
Jealousy Of The Week
Bill Murray. You. Karaoke. Is this not every fucking person’s dream? Especially after watching Lost In Translation? Well, if not, you probably do things like make bread balls for fun. And then stick the bread balls up your nose. These fuckos from our city had the pleasure of singing karaoke with Sir Bill for over FOUR HOURS. How we do this? How we make him ours? God, doesn’t he...
Leigh's Complaint of The Day
Skim Milk. Skim Milk. How many times does one have to say you want skim milk in your tea to actually get it? I ordered a Black Caramel tea with skim milk. Then I ordered an Irish Morning tea with skim milk. Then I was forced to order an English Breakfast (the Tea Lounge is always out of shit) with skim milk. After all of that, and saying “Yes, skim milk, please”, did I get the fucking...