Last night i dreamt about flat screen tvs and that i got a flat screen tattoo on my stomach and i thought it was awesome until somebody told me that it just looked like a rectangle. i didn’t give enough blowjobs in my life so i’m going to come back as a ghost. every erection you get is because of a ghost. i got a sociology masters degree so that i could scientifically analyze the motives of ghosts. You look handsome. Can I have your number? We can hang out and hoard shit, together.
Does Dennis Rodman Still Play Basketball and Other Mysteries
Pleasures shoes. when other people put on girltalk i really like it, but when i put it on myself, i don’t “get” it. how does that work? and how is it that if someone you like listens to something you hate, you start actually liking it? i changed my name to kate winslet so that more people would come to my shows. I haven’t had to think about kreayshawn for 7 days, beautiful. one day these water towers are going to activate and there’s going to be transformers everywhere. darius rucker—this. ill find a way. brian something or darren something. suzanne vega doo doo dudu. tao and mirah—little cup lyrics
coke and coffee—weekend money
das racist—amazing ft. lakutis
big baby gandhi—get $$$
big baby gandhi—been a villain
big baby gandhi— hi, it’s me (prod. hot sugar)
i love big baby gandhi.
Lakutis—I’m Better Than Everybody (feat. Kool A.D.)
the show i went to on thursday was so good. i’m just going to post youtube videos now of my favorites. a lot of the people who performed have ties to das racist which is interesting, they all guest star on each others’ tracks.
Call Your Girlfriend—SNL Robyn homage
i was so drunk that i thought it’d be really funny to pretend that i was drunk in every picture taken of me. definitely not pointless/nonsensical or anything.
while making this post, i opened a piece of mail from the department of state informing me that i didn’t get the job that i interview for earlier this month. losers, i already know this! this is the second letter they sent me informing me that i didn’t get the job. i wonder if they’re going to keep sending me these letters like christmas presents,
“Luba, we regret to inform you, you DEFINITELY did not get this job.”
“Luba, you MOST HEINOUSLY definitely did not get this job.”
“Yo biotch, you ain’t hired!”
“GirlFraNd*~, your look was okay, bUt YoU Didn’T make The CuT. YoU Are NOt America’s Next Most Hired.”
“Luba, thank you for interviewing, we enjoyed speaking to you. However, it is with regret that I must inform you that someone else was selected for the available position. Please follow this link. http://www2.b3ta.com/mind-control/.”
chhyeah.
i’m watching a zombie parkour movie.
edit: oh my god, this is terrible.
there was so much cotton floating in the air tonight, it was romantic. there was a box of barbies that was curbed and i took three. tim said, “that’s creepy.” that’s okay.
