July 2012
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Stuff I did this weekend:
Dinner/drinks at The Brixton
The Promise Ring
Brunch at Kafe Leopold
Spent dollars at Sephora on things to fix my face
National Gallery of Art, East Wing
Obtained art books on sale from NGA
Rode bike in rain, air-dried, repeat
Ate some grilled shit
Brunch at Mintwood Place
6.5 miles
Dinner/drinks at Bandolero
Currently: with less money than I’d like to have after a payday Friday,...
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The Time I Interviewed The Promise Ring’s Drummer... →
So, you know when the PR guy from the band you have the deepest emotional connection to ever emails you and is like, “Want to do a Q&A with the band to which you have the deepest emotional connection to ever?” and you’re like, hyperventilating, and you say yes, and you test all your voice recorders the day before and the day of your phone interview, and then your voice...
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When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your...
– Jeanann Verlee, Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair (via ceedling)
Hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vodka. Jesus Christ.