The best thing about unpacking after a move is finding something you forgot about. Tonight: Nick Hornby's Songbook. I can't believe I bought this and never read it until now. So good.
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Wynonna’s first night at home. Asleep, with chipmunk.
In bed at my new place. My room’s painted electric blue and I think there’s the ghost of some hippie making noises.
I had a hard time figuring out how many crusties were in this car, but they were drinkin beers and lovin it.
YUS!
How to Find a Masculine Halloween Costume for Your Effeminate Son (The people at The Onion are so wrong… I love them)
More so than any other show on Adult Swim, I’m curious as to what specific drugs (and how much of each) the creators are on.
They always kinda piss me off, but I ultimately realize that it’s something along the lines of saying “Hey, I know you like McDonalds, but there’s this place called In-N-Out Burger and it’s fucking awesome! You should try it!”
Then I realize they have no idea what I’m talking about, and I go cry in my double double. Animal style.