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Can you tell I’m in the grips of a strong capitalist/materialist hunger? This shit looks hella comfy though.
I am 27, I am gay, I live in New York City, and I've a sneaking fondness for dinosaurs.
Can you tell I’m in the grips of a strong capitalist/materialist hunger? This shit looks hella comfy though.
(Yes I frequently torture myself by looking at high-end real-estate listings; what of it?)
Pretty rad I must say…
“Sonic Fabric is woven from 50% recorded audiocassette tape & 50% polyester thread.”
all I need is a boy worth buying this for…..
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I do admit I kinda want one of these. Even though I never wear ties.
I started my Christmas list today!!!
Yes, please!
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Reblogging this one just to add the “If I Won The Lottery…” tag.
I want this, but I’m broke, I don’t think the color would work on me, and I’m so out of shape that I hate every article of clothing I put on myself for revealing my various flaws. Also: BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO.
AT&T, Apple (but mostly AT&T): you’re officially on notice. Once I’ve had a chance to play with one, the Verizon Droid could well wind up being my next phone. I love the iPhone hardware & software experience, but my non-3G iPhone on AT&T’s network is, quite frankly, almost unusable now. AT&T are choking the iPhone platform to death and I don’t feel like putting up with the dropped calls and the twelve-hour-late voicemails anymore.
I am literally just blogging this because I desperately need new clothes and I might want a pair of these. Carry on.
The World’s Largest Gummy Bear
THIS IS A REAL PRODUCT AND I WANT A BUNCH OF THEM.
This was a really, really really dangerous post for someone as lottery-obsessed as myself to read. Also: HE OWNS AN ANIMATRONIC T-REX HEAD FROM JURASSIC PARK. Via Kottke.
I TAKE IT ALL BACK I will also be needing about fifteen or twenty million dollars to compete in this auction.
…and it would only take $14,202.95 to actually buy me happiness.
No, I’m serious, I actually did the math. I have a spreadsheet and everything.
There would be at least two Skee-Ball machines. We would have a sickening quantity of bourbons and a hilarious number of sodas. We would offer little cards that you get stamped every time you order a shot, which earn you freebies. Possibly instead of stamps, we would make drunken patrons put tiny little stickers onto the card, for our amusement. Every urinal would have a photograph of Morrissey crying posted above it. There would be tacos, but only soft-shell. The jukebox would have every Pet Shop Boys album, with the bonus discs that come with the reissues. If I could secure one, there would be a Street Fighter II console. The tables would have images of dinosaurs laminated onto them. In fact, the joint would probably be called Malcolm’s, and there would be a signed photograph of Jeff Goldblum above the bar. Straight people are basically welcome if they behave themselves and remember that the gays are not zoo animals preening for their amusement (it’s more the other way around), and if a documented straight person makes out with a gay patron, they get a free shot (limit one per night on free shots, but not on makeout sessions). Tuesday night is movie night, and the first Tuesday of every month is always Purple Rain. There would always be comic books lying around, assuming you bastards don’t steal them. And yes: yes, we would have karaoke. I think. Until I got sick of it.
OH MY GOD BUY ME THIS. (Thank you Lia)
EMOTICONVERSE.
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Do want. Did you know, I’ve never actually owned a pair of Converse? Shocking but true!