You Look Great When Im Fucked Up. Text, photographs, quotes, links, conversations, audio and visual material preserved for future reference. A handpicked medley of inspirations, musings, obsessions and things of general interest.

I can do it like a brother. Do it like a dude. Wear my hat low like you. We can do it like a man dem man dem man dem sugar sugar sugar. Do it like a dude, do it low like you. I really like fast music with a hard beat. It does it for me. This happens with my dad.

We Wish You A Fuck You Christmas. So the package is now sitting in the trunk of my car to get leisurely brought back to UPS, I would have put it in a drop box this weekend but now I think I will wait a couple more days, like until Christmas Eve, to send it back. Trying to be a cunt. Meanwhile, lowlife husband comes home, moves the pails and goes in his house. He then orders chinese food and when the guy delivering pulls in my driveway.

The past weeks a lot of people had the flue. Now I also have a cold. Today, we had a really nice brunch with a group of friends. Afterwards I was talking about this blog with someone. Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow. Is the garbage truck still coming? Freaking out at night.