“ can we talk about how they’re both wearing stupid shirts with people’s heads drawn in all white on them? even if one is stevie nicks. we don’t wear steve nicks.
The justsayjolie inbox: Your source for the hidden angst of The Awl readership.
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“ (I kinda wanna watch the video, just for forensic purposes? But I also would like to keep the yummy soup I had for lunch down too, thank you? Decisions, decisions.)
My inbox is clearly the place one goes when one needs to have an existential crisis inspired by La Gould.
“ When I saw that Emily video thing I first thought, “This will not sit well with Jolie.
From the inbox
You should hear what I have to say about being sent to Granny Mister Denton's.
“No don’t make me go to Aunt Emily’s!! The only candy she ever has is carob and I don’t care what she says, it does NOT taste just like chocolate.”
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Bobby Brown, “Every Little Step”
On reflection, it turns out that this is a really pretty great pop song.
It makes me laugh every. single. time.
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Lynyrd Skynyrd, “Simple Man”
This song never gets less awesome for me.
That high-pitched yelping you hear on the Lower East Side? Me.
Hey can someone remind me the next time I go to load the hack up with plate after plate after plate that I live in a sixth-floor walk-up and that squatting 70-lbs after not doing so for, oh I dunno, three thousand years is tremendously ill-advised? Oh God, I didn’t know it was even possible to experience pain like this from the mere act of trying to get into my home.
Bourbon. Bourbon will help.
I WAS A LATE BLOOMER BUT IT'S NEW JERSEY'S FAULT! I TAKE TRIPS TO EUROPE! WOMEN WANT ME!
Christ, Brian, are you still talking?
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Your Daily 90s: The Presidents of the United States of America, “Lump”
BrianVan will be guest tumble-jaying this week’s Daily 90s, which is already turning out to be a HUGE mistake. Despite my clear instructions (Tyler - no rules; BrianVan - REQUIRES RULES WHICH HE WILL IGNORE ENTIRELY) on how this was to work, he’s already disregarded me, written a BV;DNR screed on… something? I dunno, I certainly didn’t read it, and started blathering at any tumbletard stupid enough to reblog him.
Anyway, I’m sorry guys. Oh and also? I’ve seen the list of what he’s planning to post and I think it’s safe to say that BrianVan didn’t have a lot of girls in his car when he was 16.
The post-Halloween talk turned to this.
- me: I'm doing my laundry, which according to Choire Sicha makes me poor and homeless? But at least my paycheck doesn't come out of a bowl?
- rend it: I KNOW RIGHT?! Sometimes Choire Sicha makes claims that I find dubious. I love him nonetheless. BUT STILL.
- me: I got, like, *furious* over that. I fluff and fold my own panties, thankyouverymuch Grand Master Sicha.
- rend it: I think he must make statements like that from time to time to head-off anti-Balkan sentiment. Like, "Look, I can make ridiculous and insensitive comments on a whim too?"
