a note to Lanvin

I am no one, I have done nothing, I will probably continue to do nothing.

(images via Just Jared)

But give me this dress.

a note to blogger

The formatting errors in the last two posts have caused me, a borderline anal retentive, to chew on my own hair and cry in my sleep. I don't know how to fix it. It completely screws up my page here. Why is this happening.

Don't fuck with me.

Big Brother Brasil

The 10th edition of Brazil's version of Big Brother looks promising.

Having only premiered this past Tuesday, there has already been a gay kiss (which, I am sure, is a real shocker in our little homophobic nation) AND a boob slip (around 3:40).

Truly, I couldn't have asked for anything better.

where can I order this?

(image via non-blog)

It's like God heard my prayers.

thought of the day

(imagie via tylercoates via matthewgallaway)

day twelve

It is the 12th day of 2010. Only now could I get myself together to post something.

So far, this new year has presented a series of ups and downs (much like life itself):

Downs:

1. Sherlock Holmes. You disappoint me, Robert Downey.

(image via here)

(Yet your bloodied torso does not.)

2.

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Yeah. No.

3. Not one of my New Year resolutions have come true as of yet. Specifically because 2 out of the 3 resolutions depend on me actually doing something relatively simple.

Ups:

1.

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It's back.

2. I'm re-watching My-So-Called Life.

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Because I used to, like, BE Angela. And I still have impure thoughts about Mr. Catalano.

3. And not TV related...

The Shrink told me today that I am not fat.

I wanted to french kiss her.

2010

A few moments ago, my father bestowed his New Year wish upon me. A fan of Borat, he said:

"I wish you lots of 'sexyt time' in 2010!"

How bad does your sex life have to be that your FATHER wishes for you to get laid?

Happy New Year.