Oh yeah, The House Bunny...
An amazing piece of modern cinema. But why didn’t Beverly D’Angelo get her tits out? Oh and Rumer was shiiiiiiit.
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Oct 06
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Oct 03
I find it sad, and almost funny in a dark kind of way,
..that y’all are close to repeating those eight years of hell. Buck up and fuck back America.
Oct 02
Oct 01
Marshall goes to Egypt
And Jordan! and Morocco! And San Francisco! And Disneyland! That’s right, I have finally firmed up the travel details and am about to put down a deposit (Though I still don’t know how I’m going to pay for the rest of it in the next couple of months). So here’s the itinerary:
- Dec 20 - Jan 11: Jordan: Land in Amman, new years in Dahab.
- Jan 11 - Jan 24: Egypt: Cairo to Cairo roundtrip. Egyptian shit.
- Jan 24 - Feb 10: Morocco: Start at Casablanca end at Marrakesh.
- Feb 10 - Feb 18: US: Drink till ‘splode in San Francisco, go to Disneyland.
That’s a buttload of travel right? It’s like 10K’s worth. Money I DO NOT have. So any of you need a website? Design work? Hand jobs or blowies? I’m desperate, it’s like 12 weeks away. OMG, Disneyland. YUUUSSSSS.
So Facebook updates it's login page to match the redesign
…and it’s hot, like the rest of the redesign. Admit it. Go on, log out to see…
Sep 30
The Pavlova: From Australia or New Zealand?
Who cares because IT’S SO EFFING TASTY IRREGARDLESS, GET INSIDE ME YOU FAT FUCKIN CAKE. Oh man, all I wanted was a piece of choclit cake for dessert tonight, and then that fat fuck Bablair suggested pavlova. My mothers best friend makes it sooo damn good. Every year they have pav-battlez for Christmas, and bitch-mother FAILS every-time, awwww poor mother, *sad face*. Anyway, I tried to make it once, and it somehow caught on fire. I yanked it out of the oven screaming and threw it over the balcony. Unfortunately there was a group of Mexicans in the apartment below and it smash-landed on their balcony, splattering everywhere. My flaming crappy pavlova. Turns out they were sexy so we climbed down there and partied with them. The sexy Mexicans, the ssssexicans.
Sep 29
Operation Drop Dumbo Part Deux: Body for life, day 1
Welcome y’all! So remember a few months ago where I entered a challenge with myself to lose 10 kilos before going to Sydney to be all fabulous and deathly emaciated? Well despite losing 9 kilos, and being well pleased with the results, I still could have looked a hell of a lot thinner. Plus the second I got back I fucked about five pizzas, two thousand pieces of peanut-butter and butter toast and jacked-off several fried chicken carcasses. WELL NOW THE SECOND CHALLENGE BEGINS. I have set my sights on Egypt and San Francisco for December/Jan and need to look BANGIN’ (more about the holiday later this week). So I bought that ‘Body for life’ book, and while it’s mostly flowery crap, it does have a nice meal/exercise planner and training examples etc. Are y’all excited? Will I be able to stay away from the White wine? THE BK? The McDo / Trannyformers fat-fuck-fests? STAY TUNED FOR MORE FATTERY UPDATES.
THIS IS WHY I CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS
Remember when I lost my car keys MONTHS AGO while running? Or when I lost my third phone this year, from being drunk and slutted like two weeks ago? Well this afternoon, since it was a lovely sunny Auckland day, I went and got PUSSED in the park with a friend and left my ipod at a burger place in ponsonby. I didn’t realise till about ten o clock tonight, drunk as hell, so I SPRINTED from the city to Ponsonby (about 30 minutes away) and it turns out some lovely human being (probably not a faggot) handed it in to the staff. THIS IS WHY I LOVE PONSONBY, there are decent people in Ponsonby. Wait, EXCEPT for the Zambeshes, obvs. But seriously, I don’t deserve nice things? Or I should quit drinking. OR I should quit binge drinking. What is love?
Sep 28
Sep 27
Imagine if YOUR kid wanted to go see 'Beverly Hills Chihuahua'
I would die. I would just die.
Sep 24
Short Circut 3: Pigs in Space
So we finally got Wall-E last week, and like every other film I managed to avoid all reviews, plot points, spoilers etc. Even going so far as to turn down bootleg copies. It was me, Wall-E and the big screen no matter what. And my God, what a DARLING little bot. I was so transfixed throughout the whole film, every shot was nothing short of gorgeous. From the dead city, to the space travel, to the frenetic hypercolors of the spaceship. I didn’t quite get the inclusion of Fred Willard, but I suppose it helped the juxtaposition of him and the new Babars of humankind. It was just so nice to go see a film where there is NO DIALOGUE for like, an HOUR. I was initially concerned about small children annoying the fuck out of me. But every kid in the cinema was DEAD SILENT. In fact the only noise was my friend Angela, who decided Maltezers were best enjoyed during every love scene, and that the funniest part of the film was watching chub-chub humanzees flail about helplessly.
UGH, I totally forgot Peaches was playing tonight.
I didn’t get tickets anyway, and you know what? I kinda don’t give a shit.
Sep 22
You're my girl, T, and I love you...
but is it still an Emmy if it’s given to you by Lauren Conrad?
