Things I Harbor Far More Hatred for Than Necessary
Wine glass charms.
They are like the epitome of trashy to me. Something party girls in Tampa would love. I taste bile when I see them.
This is a follow up post about my life
Prednisone is hands down the nastiest thing I have ever put in my mouth and yes, I walked right into that one, feel free to make comments on that because boy oh boy I could tell you guys some STORIES… Pfft, what am I talking about? I’m clearly a virgin.
Anyway, nasty pill, wonderful results. My bulbous little nose is almost completely healed from whatever allergic reaction ravaged my arms and face last week. Now I can go back to hating other parts of my face, specifically my eyebrows that won’t grow back in right.
This is a blog post about my life
So Matt’s bitch ass is over here complaining about how I don’t post anymore so here’s a glimpse into my life right now:
I’m having an allergic reaction of some sort to god knows what. Been happening since the middle of last week on both of my arms and my chest, and then saturday morning, as I was chilling on the sofa watching reruns of Happy Endings (pour one out), I felt the tip of my nose tingle and start to swell and this is what I look like now:
Of course, it’s like fucking impossible to nail down what causes allergic reactions because it could literally be ANYTHING. That is not even an exaggeration or hyperbole. So my doctor has me on a steroid and zyrtec to see if that’ll take care of the mess but like, MY NOSE. What the fuck am I supposed to do looking like a character in Puffs commercial/sunburn victim/Rudolph? We’ve already crossed the weather threshold for summertime avoidance of makeup at all costs here in DC - above 80 degrees is too hot for makeup in my fat ass sweat too much world. So I just gotta go out in public like this.
Good god. What if I were still single right now, trying to get dates looking like I had an infected discount 3rd world nose job?
Happy now Matt? Blog post over.
Daft Punk - Face to Face
Discovery, 2001
Like every other pseudo hipster person under 40 on the internet, Daft Punk plays a very important role in my life and I was v. v. v. excited for the new album. But unlike everyone on the internet, I’m not busting all kinds of nuts over this album.
It’s very deliberate, that’s for sure. But they are taking themselves way too seriously here. We get it guys, you’re MUSICIANS, not just dudes in LED helmets pressing buttons on a computer. But.. but… I want to dance. Can you really imagine any of these songs being played at party? :/
“Get Lucky” maybe. “Lose Yourself to Dance”, possibly.
But there’s nothing here that I can imagine playing in 5 years and giving a shit about. I don’t think “Face to Face” is that popular of a track, but it’s probably my favorite, because it reminds me of late 80’s/early 90’s freestyle and every single time I hear it I want to two-step and groove. Every single time.
There’s nothing comparable to “Digital Love” or “Around the World” or even that annoying but somehow endearing “One More Time” on the new album. A song that you put on and everyone is just like “yesssssss.” Maybe they had no intention of creating such. I don’t know.
Anyway, thank you for reading yet another worthless internet opinion on Random Access Memories. Enjoy “Face to Face”.
Recurring Developments
An interactive visualization of running jokes in Arrested Development. This is what the internet was created for. This and this only.
I can't stop watching this GIF of Bryce Harper getting his clock cleaned by the Dodger Stadium score board last night.
Homey went DOWN. Like “night-night nap time”.
Thank Mormon God that he wasn’t concussed and that he didn’t injure dat cute/ugly/cute face of his.
‘ACRYLICS’ by TNGHT
Yes. Absolutely.
‘Can You Dig It (Iron Man 3 Main Titles)’ by Brian Tyler
I’ve seen Iron Man 3 twice now, and the second time around I was looking forward to two things: 1. Ben Kingsley’s performance and 2. the ending title credit sequence. This music makes me want to dance like a white girl in the 60’s.
Prince Harry is in DC today. What are the chances of an interracial, cross-atlantic pairing for the young prince?
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Never have I been so repulsed by an article of clothing.
And in this instance I’m using “repulsed” to mean “inspired” or “filled with uncontrollable envy”.
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