This is my dream kitchen
Perfect.
It looks similar to the kitchen Zach’s cousin just had built. Double oven and everything.
This is my dream kitchen
Perfect.
It looks similar to the kitchen Zach’s cousin just had built. Double oven and everything.
I’d be wearing this. Love love love.
This would be my dress for friday night.
Dear Orange and Yellow Starbursts,
Why the fuck do you exist?
Sincerely,
Jim
cosigned.
yep
Nooo! The yellow ones are my favorite!
I will take any of your yellow/orange starburst cast offs and their arrival will be rejoiced.
Is my new favorite activity.
Though I know I will have to cut some songs and add some songs, right now I like my list.
Probably because it has a lot of Nat King Cole and old nineties tunes.
“Finally” “Be My Lover” “What is Love” and a few others I remember skating to on Friday nights.
I can hardly handle the awesomeness.
And Cobra Starship.
Yea, that’ll be probably be nixed.
But come on, Guilty Pleasure is totally danceable.
After a few months of playing with tumblr, I finally decided it was time to update my corner of the internet.
And add a lot of new (hopefully) friends.
Looking forward to reading about you all, you whom tumblr so nicely recommended.
And I’m looking forward to posting more regularly. With photos!
Yay!
I am powerless against this face.
The older two Shaba brothers.
They are getting so old.
lfar:
“Girls like to muse about the qualities their dream man will exhibit. Maybe he’ll be a humanitarian, bringing light into dim huts in faraway lands. Maybe he’ll be great with kids, rolling around in the dirt, mud stains on his Dockers be damned. Maybe he’ll take Thai cooking classes, learn how to make his own compost pile and/or start yoga to better himself. These are all noble things.
But, not me. I don’t need a model citizen who pays his taxes on time and can speak three languages. My dream guy will hate someone for me on command. I will snarl, “I hate him!” and my dream man will say, “Well then, I hate him too.” Boom! No argument, no reasons given; he will just hate someone because I hate him. And, I do have my reasons for hating someone. They might be irrational or immature, but there are definitely reasons. And, he will accept it and share in my hatred, like a true love should.”
This goes for girl friends as well. I believe it is unwritten girlfriend law that if Boy A screws over your girlfriend it is your girlfriendly duty to detest him for all eternity on behalf of your buddy. Or at least until your girlfriend tells you to stop.