September 2010
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They call me shorty
But they don’t know how tall I really stand
They grab my arm and find that leashes
Don’t work on the unwilling
I hung out with myself last night.
Rolled to a poetry slam solo (I knew a few people there though), bought myself a few beers, enjoyed the words, took a cab home, ignored my phone and simply hung the fuck out with MYSELF.
Sometimes it’s nice to do things by yourself.
Like fart.
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Words. →
An absolutely amazing podcast from Radiolab about what the world would be like without words.
We meet a woman who taught a 27-year-old man the first words of his life, hear a firsthand account of what it feels like to have the language center of your brain wiped out by a stroke, and retrace the birth of a brand new language 30 years ago.
It’s about an hour or so but so, completely,...
“I think a lot of the problems we’ve been experiencing come from the fact that no...”
– Patton Oswalt (via viafrank)
Things that are impossible to do in Toronto:
1) Have bangs.
2) Cross the street without fearing for your life.
3) Cheer for a winning sports team.
OOOOOOOOH okay, that was low.
But really though - WTF is up with my hair?
“He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no...”
– Love in the Time of Cholera.
Eat, Pray, Spend →
“…Eat, Pray, Love and its positioning as an Everywoman’s guide to whole, empowered living embody a literature of privilege and typify the genre’s destructive cacophony of insecurity, spending, and false wellness.”
kelsey: (yelling out the car window at some poor girl) LOOK! It's Snooki! SNOOKI!!!! HAHA, look at her, she looks just like Snooki.
all of us: SHHHH for the love of God, kels..
kelsey: It's okay, she can't hear me. She's too busy Snooking.
