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Misery Loves Company, by my friend Dave Cahill
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Misery Loves Company, by my friend Dave Cahill
oh, lykke singing pretty.
i am conflicted over lady gaga. as much as i dislike her teacup toting antics, i cant deny that she’s got a set of pipes. those eccentricities aside, dare i say she’s…entertaining?gulp.
shut up, it’s not like i’m running out to buy her album.
lord knows i love me some beyonce…but this woman nails your hit, B.
kissing’s still cool, though.
Human tongue surface, coloured scanning electron micrograph (SEM). The tongue is covered in many backward facing projections called filiform papillae, which sense pressure. Picture: SCIENCE PHOTO LIBRARY. via telegraph uk
Amazing. Art.
food poisoning, bad. but Walk like a Man on tv? so good.
dead fly art.
guys…i mean, how big is that yard?? i’m usually all about a play on perspective, but this is just not connecting.
i had a dream the other night that one of my old co-workers was pregnant and i was like, “i told you guys months ago that she was definitely pregnant!” and they were all like, “why do we ever doubt you!” and then they were like, “but she was drinking at work functions” and i was like, “its culturally acceptable” or something… and then other stuff happened that i can’t remember but then yesterday, i saw her on the street in the city. really random considering i dreamt vividly about her pregnant belly and so i told her that i dreamt that she was pregnant and she was all, “awww…i wish.” and then i felt like an asshole kinda cause maybe she really wants a baby and is trying and it’s not working and here i am like, “this happened, how funny!”.
my comforter looks like outer space!
you know, like the surface of the moon or something? Imagine a tiny astronaut hopping around and tell me you don’t see it.
Goodnight.
