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Sadly Lost

Sunday, May 23rd, will mark the end of an era. Not sure how life will continue without a little Lost in it. One tear.

Sexist outside, probably sexist inside

So I'm at this award show and this CD tells me that he's from Omaha. I didn't really give a shit, but here's what I did give a shit about...the rest of his bullshit story.
Him: Everyone who lives in Omaha is practically a millionaire. Warren Buffet's pumped enough money back into the state that everyone there's filthy rich.
Me: Woah- so you're telling me that if I move to Omaha I can become a millionaire?
Him: Well, I hear Warren Buffet is dating a hot young thing, so I don't think you've got a chance.
Me: Ummm, that's not what I meant. You just implied that in order for me to get money by living in Omaha, I would have to date Warren Buffett? Couldn't I just make money like the rest of the state did?? What the fuck?!

Laughing his ass off, he turns around and starts talkin' to some dude next to him.

Conclusion: Some Creative Directors really need to fucking grow up and evolve. The industry now has this thing called Internet, and women can WORK and make money on their own! That dude needs to get fired for sexual harassment in the office place or some shit cuz I'm sure he says/believes way worse...AT WORK. What a douche.

Primal food

I never understood why my dad used to suck meat bones when I was younger. He used to claim it was because he liked trying to get out the marrow. Growing up I hated dark meat so I could never understand why he had such an affinity for it and its marrow. But now I get it. And I can honestly say that if I see marrow on the menu now, it's the first thing I'll order. Sometimes I'll get kinda grossed out eating it half way through, but if it's made correctly, I want to have babies with it. Here's my collection of marrow so far...
Roasted Bone Marrow & Oxtail Jam from Comme Ça in West Hollywood, CA
Beef Bone Marrow from DBGB Kitchen & Bar, NY, NY
Miso Glazed Bone Marrow
with orange-olive marmalade from Double Crown, NY, NY

Why do I love Star Wars so much?

Because of awesomeness like this:

Another tea thingamajiggy I want

Tea infuser by Pablo Matteoda

This many fans can't be wrong

Lost fans have created show-related art because the're supremely awesome. Check it out here!

This is some bullshit

I'm not sure if this is a real spot, but I effin' hate it. Tiger is the real deal on the golf course. Let's not forget that that's what gets him endorsed, not his off-the-course hobbies. MAJOR NIKE GOLF FAIL.

Chatroulette is magic

Awww

Great shot of Brad with his 2 thumbsuckers. Ya, we're on a first name basis.

As for me, make mine tea!

This thing is so damn cute. The only obnoxious thing is that I can't figure out where to actually purchase one! This stupid website features it but you can't actually BUY anything on the site! FUCKERS.

Ad porn

Grrr

Poor Tiger. Guy's gettin' so much slack for having an affair. Maybe if Elin had paid attention, she coulda done something about it before he strayed! Maybe she shoulda gone down on him more often? I hear he's kinda crazy in the sack. Maybe she shoulda kept her career going? Who knows. The heart wants what the heart wants right?

At the end of the day, let's not forget one thing: TIGER IS AN AMAZING GOLFER. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING else should matter. What he does in his personal life is his business. He doesn't bring it onto the golf course, and neither should we. I personally am psyched for his return to the grass...

P&G, I don't hate you today

It's been awhile since I've worked on P&G. But I can honestly say that this may be the best commercial they'll ever come up with.

LOST

Episode 604, The Substitute

I'm finally starting to get frustrated. Here are my questions after this episode:

-Why did Jacob write all those names on the cave walls? If Flocke (aka the smoke monster) ended up dying, who would have succeeded HIM? How come we never saw Jacob trying to kill Flocke? He didn't even try to fight him off! Why wasn't he trying to eliminate Flocke as hard as Flocke was trying to do to him?
-How come Flocke can get off the island now? How's he gonna do it if he couldn't before? And why does he need Sawyer to help? He's already got a body, why does he need another one? Why the hell does Sawyer wanna go back to reality? He's got nothing there OR on the island!
-How come Flocke didn't turn into smoke when he raced after the kid? How the hell DOES he turn into smoke anyway? Who the hell is that kid anyway??
-What the fuck is the point of all the Egyptian shit?
-How did Sayid get "poisoned?" He was never touched by anything other than a bullet. Did the water in the temple poison him?? Why are people saying he's possessed by Jacob now? He's not dead- his name was on the wall. Why wasn't Kate's name on the cave wall?!?!
-if Flocke is the smoke monster, and the REAL Locke is dead- how come he's using locke's catch phrases "Don't tell me what I can't do?!!?

Happy Valentine's Day

you're a douche.

I don't miss the heartbreak

I looked into the room nervous and feeling like a voyeur. I was invited into his private space and wished i could move through time to touch all that he is, was, and wanted to be. To pull the sheet away from his eyes, his shoulders yelling for attention, listless. The time i knew not of, only that the light shining through made him more desirable. Wanting to touch through the screen, kissing the nerves, melting into the fur. In darkness his smile made me quiver wanting to be his. Beauty that only placid oak trees know of, he wanted me back. The fortunate gaze held my attention for what seemed like minutes, acrued into hours. If only I were in the room with him, sitting by his side, holding his hand, touching his thigh.

Reading his eyes, the heart flutter when I saw them looking at my mouth wanting to taste the sweet mint of hunger. That moment when there is only a puff of air between ravage and passion our mouths could collide. The second where you're unsure of what you're doing, knowing only that the moment is but short and unaffected. Like father time couldn't have planned a better instance where human touch, makes puzzle pieces fit together. That our lips could have locked and only separated when primal urge made them curious for more. When the bore of tongues roaming makes inquisitive minds wonder, wander, worry about how much more there really was. In my dreams a second like that couldn't make heaven look any better...

Inspiration

When I was in junior high, I went through a really rough patch with my family. One night my Uncle Kenny swooped in and took me for a drive. He introduced me to Enya and said that whenever he needed to relax or think, Enya chilled him out. Around that time, I discovered Sade. I wasn't necessarily sold on the chill at the time- I was going through the '90's grunge Pearl Jam phase. However, listening to her made me wanna write. And so began my relationship with Sade.

I still write my best stuff when I listen to Sade. She relaxes me. I couldn't be more psyched about this album coming out. It makes me feel like everything's gonna be alright.

I did it all for love

Valentine's Day is coming up and for the first time in about 5 years, I know he won't be thinking about me or calling me or wanting anything to do with me. Dear John really fucked me up- it made me realize that our love affair is finally over. Either way, it's gonna be a tough week. Please let me get over this as quickly.

This site doesn't help DropEverythingforLove.com. Once again, advertising got the best of me. Word of advice: DON'T KEEP IT UP AS YOUR BACKGROUND MUSIC UNLESS YOU WANNA CRY.