Archive for March, 2010
These are some of the songs I used to be obsessed with a couple of years ago. They give me »
Though all that is listed below is purely conjecture, I felt I should try my best to gather all that »
Guest writer David McWane – lead singer of Boston band Big D and the Kids Table – relays his encounter »
The Single White Female wants a boyfriend. She sets her sight on an acquaintance, and initiates “something more”. “Something more” »
I have had this series on my ipod for the past year or so and had never bothered watching it. »
I know it’s not Sunday, but I decided to post another Eye Candy for this week. Some of these images »
When bored, my NY friend, who claims that her Hasidic Jew neighbors are overrunning Brooklyn likes to do one of the following to »
I tried to look for some sort of description for this. I was really interested to see how they did this, but »
Rough Allston winds do shake the darling buds of March, and here one came, lumbering onto the trolley platform at »
Friday – 10:30pm SWF locks eyes with a man standing by the bar. He’s ruggedly attractive, a sort of Italian »
Your assignment for the day is waiting in room 406. On the fourth floor. Written on the chalkboard. This is »
“All Rise” The bailiff who resembled the guy from MASK said (the shitty Cher one. Not the Jim Carrey/Cameron Diaz »
“All rise!” Everyone in the court room rises. I rise last and button the middle button on my HArmani blazer. »
Warm breezes, cool nights, and picnics…there is no better, more joyous time than spring. Flowers are blooming, baby animals are »
Neave-a-trons, Joshua Forgy here again. As you probably know this weekend was an atrocious weekend for Hollywood with the release »
At 7 a.m. the moon was still visible and the beer from last night left an ache in his crown. »
Having a phenomenal day in NYC without spending your life’s savings is possible. Hotel not included (hopefully you’re staying with »
today was like the worst day of my life. i woke up totally sick after falling asleep at 5 am »
I miss the drunk dial. The passive way of telling someone just what you think at just the wrong time. »
I was sitting in college last semester pretending to read a book when the usual happened; I drifted off to »
