I think my fave part of this ad is “LOTS OF TOOLS WHICH HE DIDN’T HAVE A CLUE HOW TO USE.”
OMG.
STOP EVERYTHING NOW. WATCH THIS.
IT GETS FUNNIER WITH EVERY REWATCH.
Slipped on some wet leaves on the way to the restaurant this afternoon and hamburgered myself up a bit, so you could say lunch with my dad got off to a somewhat inauspicious start. Luckily the fancy cocktails will be flowing at a media thingie at the Shangri-La in under 2 hrs.
I can sooo relate (and I’m sure so can many of my fellow tumblrs who’ve worked as booksellers).
| — | Pardon the pun, but so far this is my fave bottle rocket from the Paul Carr resignation post. |
| — | Tom Anderson (on G+) on the latest attack to have taken down MySpace. |
Looks like Shylo (a dude I barely know on FB who is a very recent babydaddy) is having a pretty bad day!
Gotta love how “Jason” put the same comment on both posts… and both likes he got are from the same girl, BTW.
DRAMZZZZ!
Flash bang to the balls! (Dubstep Remix)
Made some IKEA shelves my bitch this afternoon, and although I feel like a total pro and impressed the hell out of my roommate, it was sweaty work, and I would acquire and distribute 30 kilos of top-grade ground unicorn horn for a firm back massage from a hot dude right now. Instead, I took a painkiller, puffed some PK, poured a small wine, turned on the fireplace, started some brown rice pasta for my chicken cacciatore leftovers (srsly you guys, OMG) and I’m ‘bout to catch up with last night’s ANTM and later tonight (after a hot bath, methinks), the latest episode of Archer. The weather is absolutely gross out there (I swear I saw snow) so this is just my speed tonight.
Yes, I’m fine today, thanks Mohney (and Purns!). Wayyy more okay than the time before Xmas when I wiped out in Whistler after meeting Atom Egoyan and sprained my wrist. I guess celebrities make me fall down?
My head hurts this morning for totally different reasons than usual. This is what was in my purse this morning.
As I was on my way home last night from a very fancy evening with one of the world’s best chefs, I slipped in my heels on the last step of the subway escalator and cracked my head open. Luckily, I did not get any blood on my pretty spring frock, but man, I have a serious egg back there now, and about a one-inch gash that luckily was not terribly deep. No concussion either.
PS: Dried blood in your hair? GROSSSSS.