tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116361962011-12-23T16:02:50.121-08:00intensified and amplifriedFat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.comBlogger1601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1145308896791223562006-04-17T14:17:00.000-07:002006-04-17T14:22:15.180-07:00

If you're a fan of The Apprentice, then you might find this is pretty funny. (Side note: Tarek is probably the most attrative man I've seen on TV in my whole life, ever. Like, I'd swallow his semen right-quick, folks.)

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I haven't been stoned/drunk in a long time, but now that I am, I must say that this week's "True Life: I'm a Reality Star" on MTV is pehaps one of the greatest things I've ever seen (granted this opinion may be due to my current condition) like evs. I really need to do a documentary on this guy Daniel Liu, who after being voted off SECOND on "Survivor," now acts as his own publicist, booking

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I call her Jennifer Maniston now. You could cut the tension in the room with her jaw.

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Wow, The Apprentice is so damn good this season. (One day American Idol will do this: be good again.) And who knew that I would finally develop strong feelings for a woman, and that said woman would be none other than Ivanka Trump. She's so fucking awesome in it that I almost pee whenever she’s on screen. I want to call her up and talk about boys and clothes and, gosh, you know, whatever. She’s

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The following are lists of famous entertainers who have attended Ivy league schools as undergads. Dropouts still count.ColumbiaMatthew FoxBrian DennehyJulia StilesLauren HillCasey AffleckJesse BradfordAmanda PeetDan FuttermanJake Gyllenhall (dropped out)Maggie GyllenhallEd HarrisTelly SavalasBen SteinMario Van PeeblesAnna PaquinEmmy RossumHarvardElizabeth ShueAmy BrennemanJohn LithgowNatalie

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TWOP has a dazzling recap on the most disturbing episode of Little House On the Prairie. Ever. It's the one where Ma tries to amputate her own leg AND doesn't have her hair up in a bun. Freaky fucking shit, folks. It used to excite the pee out of my penis if it came during my quotidian after-school, seven-hour TV marathon. (And I'm much to young to have seen it when it aired prior to hitting

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My favorite rumor this week/month has to be the Clay Aiken as gay rapist story going around the gossip rags/blogs. I heard his alleged victim, John Paulus, interviewed on Howard Stern last week (mp3 available through the linked page) and I'm still trying to figure out how true his story is. Paulus even claims to have saved all the IMs between him and Clay, as well as a towel loaded with Aiken's,

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I don't know why but I'm really into this. Fat Ebert rules, and I miss Siskel.

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What a fucking awful movie. OK, that's not true, because it's actually loads of fun to watch, what with its expansive many-stories-in-one theme, which I love in almost any storytelling. At best, it's a terrible movie on a Showgirls level. You might think I’m trying to sound controversial, because I am, after all, just that transparent, but the movie and how it’s trying to get something across is

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Did you know that Klonopin also comes in convenient wafer form? It does. Very close to breath strips – the ultimate goal for any fun medication -- but more like those antacids that dissolve in your mouth. (Their brand name escapes me.) The most awesome thing I've ever stuck under my tongue -- very quick to react, those pills were. See, I was over at a friend’s house last night for dinner, and

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Oh Jesus. It figures. Well, sort of, I guess. Last night some young-ish and really attractive assholes screamed faggot at me from their Jeep going by. But what's funny about this particular drive-by is that the Jeep had both a "Never Vote for a Son of A Bush" and some vote-for-John-Kerry-ish bumper stickers on it. And, no, I don't suspect that the Jeep was stolen. I suspect that they were just

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If I’ve never told you about my two downstairs neighbors, it for good reason: I’m scared one of them might kill me. One neighbor is a dainty, fragile wisp of a girl who makes delicious cookies (that could really use a half sick more of butter and one extra egg yolk to push them over into perfection), but the other one is either a big burly South Boston moosh or a big surly Jewish guy. Hopefully

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I have never seen so many registered democrats piled into one place. Where is that, you ask? I'm talking about Whole Foods on Third Street. Bitches. In addition to customers not being able to use their carts correctly, politely (i.e., never getting out of my way, blocking entire aisles, carrying babies), every shopping Trustifarian there can’t seem to count. Oh no, wait, they can; they just don't

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What did I learn from my parents during my visit to LA? My mom likes Death Cab for Cutie and my dad can list all the female costars of "Law and Order," including the fact that one said costar was a "Baywatch" alum. I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

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Wouldn't you agree that breaking up with a friend is like breaking up a love relationship? How do you go about doing it in a way that makes sense? Do you just stop calling that person or stop responding to them, or do you tell them flat out that it's over? Once when I was 19 I had a friend who actually told me over the phone, "I don't want to be friends with you anymore," and it felt like I had

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It's my first day off for vacation from school for 2 weeks, and I'm up early having an anxiety attack about stuff over which I really have no control. I wonder if it's reality-based or just a response to a change in stress levels. I don't know what's true anymore. To quote Wendy the Retard, I feel like blowing my mind up.

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It's like peanut butter and chocolate or crystal meth and unprotected sex, but only 82377754090-times better. Behold.Call me.

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I just put up about like 5,000 tiny white X-mas lights around my bedroom windows, in the palm-ish trees that sit in the bay window, and in large glass vases scatterd about. That's right, Christmas, not holiday, lights. Seriously: it's that holiday that gets us time off, a fistful of gifts, radical depression, and the chance to get smashed to get to second base with a coworker you're too shy to

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I love how people clutter up their Myspace profiles with random answers to pointless questionnaires like "Which 'Sex and the City' character are you?"... but this is going too far. Empire Records? No, for serious, Empire friggin' Records? People done lost their minds.

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What would I do with my time were it not for the internets? I've spent hours at this site because I find it fascinating for no good reason. Check out the archives and find out what your favorite celebrities you knew as a child look like now--like the ladies of En Vogue (that Maxine is looking a bit rough, no?) or that girl from "Small Wonder":

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I'm back at my parents' place for Thanksgiving, and I can't find my Ambien. And it's two in the morning. And I need them. I think my sister took them. But since she is my twin, I ultimately understand and respect why she would swipe them. But still, fuck.

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Fluff with a fork no more, my lady.

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I'm on vacation at my parents' home in Dana Point right now, where I'm fortunate enough to relax with both the flu and 2319478-degree weather. Jealous? And due to a cocktail combo of Robitussin, Zicam, and Sunny Delight, I recently sent a careless and pithy work-related email to my boss. Without thinking, I finished it with the following: xo,[my real name]Ugh. Barf. I'm so used to writing that,

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Scene: I’m at Border’s and I’m reading a cookbook. Now, is it morally wrong to copy one -- one! -- simple turkey saltimbocca recipe from the cookbook? Because that’s what I’m doing on my lunch hour today in preparation for Thanksgiving dinner. At best (or worst) it mostly overlaps with ethical ambiguity. Or it's an intellectual property violation. Or I'm totally right.And please don’t argue in

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AAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAH!!!!She's got to be a robot created from some secret government lab.Pic courtesy of horkulated, link is fixed now.

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Ashlee Simpson was drunk and unruly at a McDonalds in Toronto, and someone captured it on their camera (I want a camera that captures video!).Ashlee: Bitch, stop talking to me, I'm nice!You go girl.

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I know I'm going to fan Tender Crisp's flames with this post, but this blog is call Fat Arms vs... for a reason. Anyway, I found the following article on the OhNoTheyDidnt blog and I thought it was hilarious. Sharon makes some good points:Sharon Osbourne Rips Madonna A New One...Sharon Osbourne has launched a foul-mouthed attack on Madonna, accusing her of looking like "an old hooker".Sharon laid

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Dear Zach Braff, I fucking hate you. love, me

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Congratulations to one of my bestest friends ever, Mel, and her baby daddy Jason. You heard right. I. Am. So. Excited. They’re going to have a baby. Eeee! And little Brochtrupa or Alexander is going to be pretty fucking adorable, and all saucer-eyed. (My baby names choices thus far on a pill-heavy night: Alexander -- the name I’d give during summer months to the sandwich artists at the Pizza Hut

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I was planning on writing about getting locked out of my apartment last night for two hours, and how I wouldn't hang with the neighbors next door because their kid is a spaz (which is fine, because there's nothing worse than a kid who inappropriately thinks he's an adult [and I fucking hated those kids growing up], because I strongly believe that we should speak the language created within our

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Ok, I've literally been PMSing for about 2 weeks now. At this point, it's not even an amusing anecdote anymore, nor do people accept it as an excuse for my short temper, impatience, or acting out. PMS is supposed to last like 3 days or something, and I've had it for 1/2 a month now! Seriously, if men had PMS, we'd get like 1 floating week off every month. Are you with me ladies?

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Oh God, I can't stop. I'm trying to, but, well, I just can't pull myself away. I've spent the last three motherfucking hours looking at the Megan's Law map of sexual predators in my neighborhood. It's so much...fun? Well, it's interesting, at the very least. See, the convicted are denoted by little blue squares, and local schools (adorned with cute little pennant flags) are on the map, too.

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Whoa. When did Neil Young get so goddamn hefty? Oh my. Like -- yipes! Because if I had his checking account, I would be on so much high-grade blow, I'd be two-dimensional by now. Getting thin is all about will power, kids.

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There's a slight chance that I might decide to perhaps maybe not do anything spooktacular for Halloween this year. Possibly. See, I don't have enough money for a bag of coke the costume I really want to wear. It was a non-satirical Mary-Kate Olsen, but now who knows what to wear. I'm content to stay at home all weekend if necessary.

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People's houses you can't trick-or-treat at on Halloween night.

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I'm not feeling Ashlee Simpson's newest single as much as I thought I did. I mean, nothing can come close to both "Autobiography" and Autobiography, but "Boyfriend" isn't earworming in my head as much as I thought it would. I mean, it's good, but it's not slicing through me. So sad. I could use a new song to obsess over right now. The weekend arrives! The fog returns! My toes are chilly when I

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I'm having the week from hell, with everything at school due on Friday. I haven't had time to do laundry in weeks and I have like three pairs of pants that I actually like to wear anymore. I need to wash my damn clothes, go clothes shopping, stick to my exercise routine (Tae Bo and Dance Dance Revolution), and generally improve my disheveled self. Thank god I have next week off. Is it possible

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Fuck. Fuuuck. I'm so busy. Like, for the next couple of days I'm busy. Strange. I don't know how it happened, but it snuck up on me, grabbed me by the throat, and squeezed. With all this activity, I'm almost starting to feel like an important contributor to my work place and the people around me. Oh dear is right.Also, due to this chaos -- chaos!! -- I missed my shrink appointment. Bah! Now I owe

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Why isn't there a holiday that revolves around savory junk food? And I don't mean Thanksgiving, which is close, but not quite the parallel I want. Like, I'm thinking about a salty version of Halloween. Instead of fun-size candy bars, we’d give out Mylar-wrapped snacks, cheese filled crackers, aerosol cheese, nacho-cheesy anything, assorted fowl nuggets, etc. Mmm.Besides, only faggots have a sweet

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While lunching in La Jolla yesterday, my sister was hit by a drunk driver at the hard-partying hour of two in the motherfucking afternoon. She's doing okay, but her new SUV got totally totaled. (And, fuck you, I'm elated that she was driving an SUV at the time, because if she had been rolling along in her old Jetta Nazimobile or some hippie-shit electric go-kart, she could've been killed.) After

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I present to you the first in what will hopefully become a must-read feature for all you crackers: movie reviews. And the first film is:Quality of LifeQuality of Life tells the tale of two gifted graffiti artists who live in San Francisco's Mission district. Apparently, they manage to get themselves arrested for vandalism, or something. It was shot by local film maker Benjamin Morgan, whose

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I had trouble sleeping last night, again, so at around 2:30 I reached over to my nightstand, cracked open the Ambien, and violently chewed on two dolls in order to get it to release its sweet, sleepy love in me. Most of you know that I have trouble sleeping. It's hard for me. But it’s something that is gradually getting better over time.It stared with that mo-fo Richard Ramirez (AKA The Night

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Oh Jesus Christ, I have to have this. Now. Seriously, if I get it, I'll lock myself in a room for an entire weekendm along with a TV, a cat, and a box of lotion-kissed tissues. Quick, someone buy it for me now!

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Since I'm obsessed by and just adore sweeping epics or vanity projects, I'm going to catch Philip Kaufman tonight at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. He's speaking about The Right Stuff (a text-to-film something or other, part of this year’s Litquake), and then they'll screen the long-ass, beautiful motherfucker. Awesome. And I highly recommend everyone to come on down.

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbspI'm a big fan of Google alerts: Daily news articles and such gathered in one convenient, daily e-mail sent to you on a regular basis. I have alerts on politics, nightclubs, and other work-related search terms. Very helpful. But today, at long last, I did what I've wanted to do for some time; I now have all things Mary-Kate Olsen sent to me every day. [twitter, twitter]And I'm

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With as much vim and vigor as an increasingly obese homosexual can muster, I recommend Fiona Apple's new effort, Extraordinary Machine. I've been amazed by her shelved version of it, like countless others -- with the title track being particularly precious -- but find the newly-produced version of the album even better, like many others do as well. A bit like creepy man-boy Gus Van Sant's

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Anyone who claims to be against outing (save the outee) is a filthy goddamn liar. Filthy, you hear! Now, I don’t particularly give a shit about outing for the sake of hypocritical stances on homosexuality from our leaders -- because arguing hypocrisy is probably the single most overrated stone to throw -- but I want to know simply because of titillation, and so do you. Righteousness has little to

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Happy Rosh Hashanah, y’all! Time to make resolutions you’re bound to break. But please, my little shtetls of intellect, stand-up comedy, and lactose intolerance, continue your iron-fisted dominance of the media. The gay goyim and the Jews have always paired nicely together.

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You know, I just love a woman under the age of 25 40 who can successfully pull off Chanel No. 5. Sadly, it's so rarely worn these days, and more of you dames should try it.

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1128106707149587812005-09-30T11:53:00.000-07:002005-09-30T11:59:32.593-07:00

The genius behind the wonderful little, blue pill Valium died today. I'd like to describe to you my anguish over this passing, but words fail me. [sob, sniff] (via Gawker)

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Seeing Proof last night made me want to go back to school to learn about fractals, theorems, remainders, denominators, and other shit I always thought of and respected as another language, which I guess it is, but could never grasp. I studied theoretical linguistics as well as literature while kicking it in college (that sounds very la-de-da, but, like, I so totally paid for my degree), with the

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Why, it’s a weekend wrap-up! Lucky you.Oh dear God. On Saturday night I done got kicked out of a nightclub. While sitting pretty in the VIP, monstrously-exclusive-and-yes-it-was-awesome-and-no-they-wouldn’t-let-someone-like-you-in area at the habitually silly Ruby Skye, my friends and I were asked to fucking get the fuck out. What happened was: The guy who bought our table for the evening got

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1127713747179023512005-09-25T22:39:00.000-07:002005-09-25T22:59:17.846-07:00

The icons on Live Journal are the creme de la creme of icons, IMO. Especially on Oh No. So I've decided to start creating my own icons in the same vein: &nbsp If anybody has any other good icon ideas using pop culture references, let me know and I'll try to put them together.On a side note, anyone seen our Gwenyth lately? SCARY!!! I can't deal with anorexics' necks.Hello, I'm angular. Don't talk

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1127676948061367492005-09-25T12:32:00.000-07:002005-09-25T12:35:48.080-07:00

I love my Swiffer -- love it wet and dry. In an apartment with wall-to-wall hardwood floors and a good amount of dust in the air, it rocks my little world. But why penny, why? Without fail, abandoned and useless penny, you can't resist getting caught up in my Swiffer pad the moment I start sweeping the floors. I hate you, you copper douche bag. You're driving me batshit insane.

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I do still exist.Thanks!!

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Lucky you! I've just sprouted a fancy new e-mail address: tendercrisping@gmail.comObviously, the obvious choice was already taken. The name is, after all, so obviously awesome. Anyway, feel free to send me anti-Semitic hate mail and cock shots at your leisure.

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She who cannot be named wins Big Brother 6, and with that the franchise gets hit with a mighty blow. I know it's a stupid reality show, but BB is different. I invested a lot of time into this show and I expected some return on my investment. Guess there were way too many insane people in the house this year, they're still believing their own lies.I did learn some lessons on how to play BB,

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1127324863395377512005-09-21T10:46:00.000-07:002005-09-21T11:03:49.016-07:00

Mary, now for sale in blessed sonographic fetus form.

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I know I haven’t been posting as regularly as I’d like, or as much as I should, or more to the point, as much as you desperately need. But I’ve been busy with other things. What goddman things, you demand to know, all Dr. Phil-like? Well, the following, folks:- Exercising- Taking vitamins- Taking Wellbutrin - Coming home to Ajax the kitchen sink at lunch- Reading more that I normally prefer- Bag

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1126892557935599892005-09-16T10:40:00.000-07:002005-09-16T11:27:18.410-07:00

Also, if you're bored and looking for something funny and of the highest quality, check out my dear, dear friend Jol’s morning announcements for Neighborhoodies. (They’re daily films, y'all!) Not only is he charming, hysterically funny, and a senior architect of the Cubby, but also, more importantly, he's gorgeous and thin.

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When I dream, I dream of the beautiful people on TV. Rarely do I ever dream of people I know in my boring real life. For example, last night I had one where I was hanging with the girls of America's Next Top Model -- who, by the way, were all at the Metreon last night -- and Amanda was there, trying again to win the top spot by going a second round in the next cycle. (Can you even do that?) Her

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1126717593804004512005-09-14T10:04:00.000-07:002005-09-14T10:18:15.886-07:00

I hate when I have a crush on someone who isn’t at all interested -- which? I can deal with. Sort of -- and said person has their long-term-boyfriend personal ad always anchored at the top of fucking Nerve, Salon, or wherever. Lordy, lordy. Aren't I pitiable?

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1126639612595211572005-09-13T12:04:00.000-07:002005-09-13T12:57:41.133-07:00

(click pic)Five days in this motherfucking atticI can't use the cellphone I keep getting staticDying 'cause they lying instead of telling us the truthScrewed 'cause they say they're coming back for us, toobut that was three days ago and I don't see no rescueSwam to the store, tryin' to look for foodCorner store's kinda flooded so I broke my way throughGot what I could but before I got throughNews

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1126195651254357792005-09-08T09:05:00.000-07:002005-09-08T09:07:31.266-07:00

Jesus. I have a goddamn abscess on my neck, which is strange since my body is usually kept in the most pristine condition. The sore was due to the overlap of a bad sunburn, a razor blade, and a mosquito bite. I won’t go into further detail. But now I have to sport a jaunty little scarf to hide it, making me look like some douche bag bon vivant mother fucker. God, even I want to gay bash myself

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1126130602240600272005-09-07T15:02:00.000-07:002005-09-07T16:55:40.270-07:00

Really, I might as well be snorting cut-up chewable aspirin. He gave me Wellbutrin. Wellbutrin, folks! What am I, 12 years-old? That was not what I was looking for, doc. I mean, ^%$WU&Y:LHL?!!&*#!(Oh relax, I'm only kidding. Sort of.)

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1126043289563200182005-09-06T14:46:00.000-07:002005-09-06T15:34:50.933-07:00

My new shrink told me that I have ADHD. Then this must explain the 12 lost cell phones over the past five years. So...there you go

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1125624948115537292005-09-01T17:47:00.000-07:002005-09-06T14:46:49.080-07:00

I came to the Myspace party late, but I am obsessed nonetheless. I love how it's so ghetto and "of the people." The layout is messy and the customized pages are retarded and unreadable (most of them at least--not mine of course). People leave public comments to each other that are basically one line emails that no one else can understand. People post videos on their pages that make absolutely no

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1125521878463222532005-08-31T13:56:00.000-07:002005-08-31T14:05:51.703-07:00

Katrina and the Waves coverage at its most boobalicious and most racist! [latter link via Gawker]

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In addition to more than a few nightmares I had last night -- where apparently I was screaming, which was due to this crystal meth manuscript I read before going to bed, which Karl loaned to me (that's right, bitches, i'm name dropping) -- I spent most of the night at war with a mosquito. Yet again. This has been happening for the past two months. A typical night usually starts out around 11:30

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1125475033460543262005-08-31T00:48:00.000-07:002005-08-31T21:13:02.463-07:00

If any of you are so inclined and have any extra cash to spare, please make a donation to the American Humane Association or the Humane Society to help with the rescue of thousands of stranded animals left behind in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.

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Venus as interpreted by Margaret Keane.Flawed, yes. Do I want to even think about finishing it anymore? Hell to the no. It will have to stand for now. If you are high on LSD, trip out appropriately.

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What a weekend, indeed! Not that I met the love of my life or got to hump a fine piece of flesh -- which is next to impossible seeing as how I’m both clinically obese and permanently disfigured by the aging process -- but a good weekend nevertheless. Why, you ask? Because I neither slept a wink nor ate a bite. Perfect. What’s more, the exodus of the unwashed, overeducated, tired, white, liberal,

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1125076258148321592005-08-26T10:09:00.000-07:002005-08-26T10:10:58.153-07:00

What's nice about getting a poppy seed bagel in the morning is that for the rest of the day you find its abandoned little black seeds hiding all over your desk. While they don’t provide much in terms of sustenance, they are tasty little flavor beads to savor all day long!

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Me: I mean, I consider myself religious--SF Trash: Like, spiritual, right?Me: No-–SF Trash: Kinda Taoism or Buddhist [sic]?Me: No, like I believe Christ came to Earth and fucked shit up. That God, He watches over me. Or whatever.SF Trash: Oh.Yeah, at this rate I’m never landing a boyfriend.

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I cannot decide which shiny gem I treasure more -- that he can now be on a masthead as a foreign correspondent, his close-call at almost having to take a dump in a hole in the ground, or that he’s a half-Jew. Discuss.

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Not that you’d listen to a music recommendation from pretty, little me, but I strongly suggest getting a copy of Hilary Duff’s new hits compilation Most Wanted right now. Aside from the fact that it uses a merely okay remix of “Come Clean” (where as the original version is fucking brilliant), the album is a dripping, wet slice of sunshine and a great listen the entire way through. A good bookend

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1124356707983810412005-08-18T02:10:00.000-07:002005-08-18T02:28:10.336-07:00

Do you recognize these names? Why, they're only but a handful of people populating my new favorite show. As omophagia on TWOP writes:"It was one of those moments in pop culture-- like watching Tiffany perform a cover of a Kelly Clarkson single on a televised singing competition-- that are so profoundly autoconsumptive that every television in the world should've instantly imploded."Damn, I wish I

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1124253179403526082005-08-16T21:30:00.000-07:002005-08-16T21:51:17.836-07:00

You know, I’m starting to see the light on Jen and (to a certain far, far extent) Ivettte. (How cute.) The former does relish her HoH power a bit, but that doesn’t mean she’s bad at using it. At this point in the game, I’d much rather be with the nerds cum Mean Girls than with Kayser & the Burqas who look like they’re ready to strap explosives to their chests. Maybe it’s because of their lack of

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1124168145674555352005-08-15T21:42:00.000-07:002005-08-15T22:00:31.613-07:00

My dear friend Sam never goes out on the weekend nights, so I insisted he come to the Rickshaw Stop to get trashed with me this past Saturday; however, the next morning he was rewarded with an apartment-invasion robbery. Oops. Someone broke into his place and stole his pristine, white laptop. And they also had the nerve to lift his Sonicare, which? Is so fucking mean. Making him go back to using

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123888992746373762005-08-12T16:17:00.000-07:002005-08-12T16:30:51.716-07:00

Bah! My mom (and dad) won’t let me borrow a measly $200 dollars to cover me until next-next week when I would totally pay them back. Mind you I love my parents more than anyone, but coming between my mother and money is like trying to kidnap a cub from its well-dressed mama bear. It’s never going to end well and -- oh God, I have nothing clever to say. Deal. Baby Jesus, life sucks.On a brighter

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123873197299224682005-08-12T11:57:00.000-07:002005-08-12T11:59:57.303-07:00

I think I seriously need to take a week long break from the BB feeds. When y'all find out who won HOH, you'll know why. Can someone please kill me now?

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123869807816685552005-08-12T10:59:00.000-07:002005-08-12T11:35:11.156-07:00

God. I’m such a homosexual. Why? Because I can’t wait to see the pretty, pretty, frosted musicals in town this season. (Does San Francisco even have “seasons” in the theater?) First, there’s Wicked, which, whatever, you know you want to see it, too. Then Annie arrives in a few short weeks. And next to the adage that moisture and cocaine never mix -- seriously, they don’t! -- the second maxim I

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123797417672809332005-08-11T14:56:00.000-07:002005-08-11T15:04:55.806-07:00

I just came in my slacks. I mean, how could I not after seeing this? It might even make the East Bay an almost-bearable place to live visit on the very rare occasion!

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So sorry you're having a lousy week. At least Kaysar's coming back and we get to see Gary the Retard tomorrow!

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123698456077757922005-08-10T11:26:00.000-07:002005-08-10T11:28:44.400-07:00

As you can see, I haven’t been posting much this week -- not the best week of my life on record. Downright crappy, in fact. But I promise to be in better and be drinking more spirits soon. (Heh. Ugh. See?) Until then, enjoy Fat Arms and the lovely weather with which San Francisco has been blessed.

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Not sure what to get her? Well, wish the loverly Fat Arms a happy birthday by sending her strands of diamonds and rubies, boxes of Pucci gowns, pairs of slingback heels, and bags and bags and bags of pre-chopped high-grade coke. Do it now or she'll beat me.

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123199750288273362005-08-04T16:54:00.000-07:002005-08-04T16:55:50.293-07:00

This is curious. P.S. Can you tell I'm TOTALLY procrastinating today?

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123198943171784922005-08-04T16:40:00.000-07:002005-08-04T16:42:23.176-07:00

So, tomorrow is my birthday, and guess what I get to do to celebrate? Wake up earls and go line up for god knows how long at the DMV to renew my driver's license. Yay for me! I can't wait! I love flourescent lights, rude customer service, and bad pictures. It's gonna be a hoot, I'm tellin' ya.

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123190482287055502005-08-04T14:10:00.000-07:002005-08-04T14:59:31.513-07:00

This is beautiful. Turn up your speakers, rock the 80's Norwegian pop:

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123189434180422912005-08-04T13:58:00.000-07:002005-08-04T14:52:49.123-07:00

Ode to Cappy and the Big Brother editors:On a side note, what does Beau add to the house except snitching, self-hatred, and random annoying utterances?(courtesy of TVgasm)What is BB love anyway??? (warning: 90's dance music)

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123183738382088632005-08-04T12:16:00.000-07:002005-08-04T12:28:58.390-07:00

Is it bad that I convinced my mother to postpone her trip up here so I could go see Gary the Retard from the Howard Stern show "perform" next Friday? I mean, Tender Crisp and I just don't have a choice in the matter, there's a higher power compelling us to go.&nbsp&nbspAlso, did anyone else notice the amazing resemblance between Gary the Retard and the D.A. who argued the Michael Jackson

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123112310294963002005-08-03T16:36:00.000-07:002005-08-03T16:38:30.300-07:00

I wonder if my downstairs neighbors don’t like hearing Kelly Clarkson at full blast during all waking hours? I wonder if they’re sick of the foot stomping? They’re emo boys -- or at least they look like a wispy pair of them -- so I can’t imagine them working up the gall to come upstairs to tell me to turn it down, so I don’t plan on doing so, so there.(Also, last night I had stuffed squash

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123060134933564242005-08-03T01:59:00.000-07:002005-08-03T02:08:54.940-07:00

Mikael: Reading books is my enjoyment, from Western Europe.He is the playful Friend of the group, colorful jumpsuit with his own cap and a pocket. "Hello"

Fat Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115407871282269714noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123012409194230472005-08-02T12:52:00.000-07:002005-08-02T12:56:49.013-07:00

Jennifer Aniston should’ve contacted the team over at Cheaters instead of talking to Vanity Fair. After watching the investigators’ footage, she’d be all, “Oh hell no, take me to him!”. You know she watches it. After all, it is the best show on TV.Also, this past weekend I didn’t go near the Dore Alley Fair since I’m a freak about both intimacy and those who don’t believe in the power of being

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1123004376324483632005-08-02T10:38:00.000-07:002005-08-02T10:48:51.046-07:00

The whole Atkins backlash is wrong and misguided. Is the regimen extreme? Taken literally, yes. But so is couture and runway fashions – stuff that’s supposed to inspire standard street wear. This diet is meant to be used as a guide, not for an entire lifestyle overhaul. No one was cramming their third-favorite fuck holes full of Steak-Um’s and Hershey’s bars for every meal and abstaining from any

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Yesterday was like the best day ever, ever, ever. If you haven’t been to Stern Grove yet to be a part of their summer concert series, go. If you’ve never been to Stern Grove at all, go now. (Who knew there was a grove outside of Golden Gate Park?!) Yesterday opera was on the bill, and our picnic awesome: nothing but well-made organically prepared shit, bottles of first-rate wine (naturally), plus

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1122661954934081492005-07-29T11:31:00.000-07:002005-08-06T10:54:51.103-07:00

Me: Hey, uh, my story’s going to be a bit late today. Is it okay if I turn it in later this afternoooooon?Boss: Um, sure. Just make sure it’s in to me by day’s end.Me: Great!Boss: Hey, are you watching the People’s Court? That sounds like the very honorable Judge Marilyn Milian in the background?Me: No, my roommate’s watching TV. I gotta go.

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1122565210919495002005-07-28T08:37:00.000-07:002005-07-28T08:45:14.743-07:00

Whenever a derivative CD comes across my desk with a sticker on it claiming, "As Featured on the WB's Gilmore Girls," I always listen to it and almost always enjoy it. What does that say about me?

Tender Crisphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16362197595527983810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11636196.post-1122506112029792822005-07-27T16:12:00.000-07:002005-07-27T16:15:12.036-07:00

Sadly, all of my Tylenol PM is gone, and I can't score any until Friday, the day I get paid. Tonight should prove interesting. And sad.

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