A fact
You know you have a pretty excellent family when you can all share a hearty laugh over Mom totally ignoring a really cute, overweight terrier.
with friends like these…
I’ve been coerced into entertaining for realsies tomorrow night. My fabulous, dim, apartment will attempt to produce a roasted chicken. However, I have lived here for 4 years, and have never entertained for realsies, so I suppose it should happen, hmm?
I love this apartment so darn much; I just wish it was about 20 or 30 blocks further downtown.
Let the games begin.
Fuck this guy. No really. Fuck him and his fucking hair and his fucking cell phone and his fucking face and his shitty fucking band. His name has two periods in it and is in lower-case. What a fucking asshole. Just for that alone.
If you had a friend who wanted to go by “stev.e.steve” or some shit you’d slap the stupid off of him but with William over here we have to spell his name different every fucking time we type it out. I haven’t even started talking about his music. Technically its music in that it is for ears, but it is not music. Why is this even a thing. We went through two wars, people. Can’t we get rid of William?
And get the fuck off of your phone, dude.
will.i.suck
This image caused me to produce an audible “ugh.”
(Source: athleticscomplex)
IMAG0505 on Flickr.
Considering that I could barely see the screen, I’d say that this one came out fairly well. Boats!
How Diane Kruger and Joshua Jackson Do Cannes
Do you give her style tips?
Uh, no. My advice is always either, “Yes, I like it,” or “I don’t understand.” Other than that, she’s got it.
Calgel, growing out.
Dinner in progress.
I do love being by the water.
Off to The Battery. Going nautical.
Oh okay
Standing next to Kim Gordon & J. Mascis. And there is this couple in front of us and they do not look like the sort of people who would come to see Chavez. But so it goes.
