December 2009
Your Annual Guide To Holiday Romance
johncarney:
It’s that time of year (again) when even the most independent of lads can get a little desperate for more companionship than one can find in the bottom of a bottle of Jameson’s Irish Whiskey. If I thought it would make any difference, I’d tell you that you should avoid becoming involved with the lasses during this season. It’s just too dangerous, and will almost certainly lead to...
“9. Avoid any girl who won’t kiss you if your breath smells like whiskey. She has...”
– http://johncarney.tumblr.com/post/263822005/your-annual-guide-to-holiday-romance
November 2009
“#hotpeopleatuofu”
– yeah… i did it.
On attention deficit dating.
dearcoketalk:
I have a bit of a guilt problem right now. I’m a serial monogamist, with an emphasis on serial – I’ll stay with a guy for a few weeks or so at a time. It’s sex with the benefits of friendship, cuddling, staying the whole night, etc. I start out genuinely liking the guy, but after a while I get bored and move on or let things die down. This pattern is perfect for me physically and...
boredintellect:
The stars winked down their cryptic morse and he had no key to their cipher.
“I think your constipated, In your fucking soul.”
– Brothers Bloom
You have a camera so you must be a photographer
clientsfromhell:
We were pitching a potential client on a new website. When we mentioned we would use our photographer for a half-day shoot, he replied “well, I got a Canon Rebel for Christmas and I’m pretty good with it.”
Prospective client: $400 for a logo?! Why are you so expensive? My nephew has Photoshop—I can just get him to do it.
Me: Does your nephew have Microsoft Word?
Prospective client: Yes.
Me: Then have him write you a novel while he’s at it.
Video Premiere: Yeasayer's "Ambling Alp" (NSFW) →
You really should watch this. just remember NSFW.
17 Year Old Thinks Shes Getting Into Photography. →
ohlittlebird:
(via ianramsrud)
-_- Why is this even news? What shit. XO, Little Bird
its a joke Kenx.
“women are meant to be loved, not understood.”
– oscar wilde. (via theanimalinme)
