AJFLAJSFLÖJR

erinisbetterthanyou:

popculture-and-i:

twentypieces:

popculture-and-i:

That implies either

a) Sleepy

b) ANGST

It’s option b today. Stomach ache angst. HOLY SHIT I hate it all. Nothing is going right. I overslept ‘til bloody TWELVE, I have too much to do and someone has taken out 90% of the books I needed for an essay, so now I have to rethink my entire concept of it and I’ve just paid like 20 quid to get a book that might now be obsolete delivered in time here.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I’m going to try to eat something and get on with my motherfucking DAY.

Oh and my iPod crashed too! Awesome, right. Yeah!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

Oh noes :( How very “fffffffffuuuuuuuu” indeed. I know you’ll make it work (yes I’m quoting Tim Gunn) but I also know it SUCKS so bad right now. Work it work it work it!

Tim Gunn makes me calm, that’s good. I just think of his silver hair and I feel zen and calmed down again. Ah.Thank you.

So yeah. Today HAPPENED but it was pretty much hell. I got a few books (4 that all seem really useful on the representation of history and memory in cinema) from the library, a council tax boring thing that I needed, took the bus into town, and picked out some gifts for my ladies, and then posted off a few before walking home.

I did nearly slip on the snow and ice on my street. Oh winter, you do enjoy humiliating me.

For the record, I have a Tim Gunn bobblehead that tells me to “Make it work”, calls me “Fabulous!”, and says, “I can’t want you to succeed more than you do!”

He’s pretty much amazing.

I can imagine! I think everyone should have a Tim Gunn bobblehead, would make life SO much easier.

(this post was reblogged from erinisbetterthanyou)

AJFLAJSFLÖJR

popculture-and-i:

That implies either

a) Sleepy

b) ANGST

It’s option b today. Stomach ache angst. HOLY SHIT I hate it all. Nothing is going right. I overslept ‘til bloody TWELVE, I have too much to do and someone has taken out 90% of the books I needed for an essay, so now I have to rethink my entire concept of it and I’ve just paid like 20 quid to get a book that might now be obsolete delivered in time here.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I’m going to try to eat something and get on with my motherfucking DAY.

Oh and my iPod crashed too! Awesome, right. Yeah!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

Oh noes :( How very “fffffffffuuuuuuuu” indeed. I know you’ll make it work (yes I’m quoting Tim Gunn) but I also know it SUCKS so bad right now. Work it work it work it!

(this post was reblogged from popculture-and-i)

When in doubt, put on the dog!

Really liking this fun retro styled editorial over at NY Times. It’s cheesy in a good way :D

Problem solved

This morning started off nice with me sitting under a blanket sipping on a cup of tea. Then my crazy neighbour in the apartment next to ours started singing as usual (she does this everyday) in her high pitched, psychotic more-screaming-than-singing style. Imagine someone screaming at the top of their lungs and trying to pass it off as singing, and you’ll get the idea! And I thought to myself: “This is the last time I’ll involuntarily sit and listen to this utter crap!”. So what did I do to shut her up?

I blasted Lil’ Wayne’s ‘Lollipop’ and ‘A Milli’ on repeat for about fifteen minutes, singing along to all the good dirty parts. Bring it ON lady, I loooove these songs and it won’t be a problem for me to play these over and over. I’ll be READY for you!

Played 8 times
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

popculture-and-i:

The Rocky Nest - Five Golden Rings From the Hi Five Kings

This is the band my husband’s in, and I love ‘em! They’re kinda Belle & Sebastian goes a bit folky, lately going a bit Beirut (this is all in a great way by the way) with a bit of 60s twang, something almost Velvet Undergroundy going on at times.

This is a song Paul, the lead singer, wrote for a compilation called 12 Days of Christmas, where bands got a theme and 30 days to write it. And this is what they came up with! New addition Izzy sings beautifully on this track, her voice is magical.

Ooooh, this is so lovely!

(this post was reblogged from popculture-and-i)
popculture-and-i: twentypieces: popculture-and-i: jennhoney: there should be kitten puke on this. raelee: nickholmes: futurenostalgia: starfishh: thetroubleilove: milkxo Apropos as today I came home to vomit all over my spot on the sofa and all over the Christmas tree skirt. Yesterday it was on the top of and down the side of my laundry basket with a pile of freshly folded laundry still in it. True for my two family cats when I grew up, but Moppet has never thrown up since we had her. Which is awesome. Thank you Moppet. Once you’ve lived with a vomming cat, let alone two, you know what a pain it is. My favourite was when one of the cats puked into my sister’s 1960s puma trainers (that my mum had) and I was crying with laughter when I called her up to say he had vommed right into her shoe. Hahahahhaa. So deliberate. Hahahaha I love that. Cats - it’s like they seek out the absolutely worst places to puke in, as if just to say “F***k you, this is MY house”. My old cat used to puke exclusively on my bedspread. He had his standards, haha. I also distinctly remember the two more calculated: i) Peeing on the morning paper (hahahahaha do you remember when I noticed while touching it and SCREAMED and you thought there was a spider or something and screamed too? Hahahaha! ii) Pooing on the living room rug and putting it all in a bundle, so that it was all wrapped up as a li’l treat. I remember that for when I took care of him one summer, coming into the apartment and seeing that bundle straight ahead. I knew what was in there. Yup, a little present especially for yoooouu! Hahahaha I remember that, you screaming and then me screaming just because you were. GOOD TIMES. Not really haha, but looking back on it - hell yes.

popculture-and-i:

twentypieces:

popculture-and-i:

jennhoney:

there should be kitten puke on this.

raelee:

nickholmes:

futurenostalgia:

starfishh:

thetroubleilove: milkxo

Apropos as today I came home to vomit all over my spot on the sofa and all over the Christmas tree skirt. Yesterday it was on the top of and down the side of my laundry basket with a pile of freshly folded laundry still in it.

True for my two family cats when I grew up, but Moppet has never thrown up since we had her. Which is awesome. Thank you Moppet. Once you’ve lived with a vomming cat, let alone two, you know what a pain it is.

My favourite was when one of the cats puked into my sister’s 1960s puma trainers (that my mum had) and I was crying with laughter when I called her up to say he had vommed right into her shoe. Hahahahhaa. So deliberate.

Hahahaha I love that. Cats - it’s like they seek out the absolutely worst places to puke in, as if just to say “F***k you, this is MY house”. My old cat used to puke exclusively on my bedspread. He had his standards, haha.

I also distinctly remember the two more calculated:

i) Peeing on the morning paper (hahahahaha do you remember when I noticed while touching it and SCREAMED and you thought there was a spider or something and screamed too? Hahahaha!

ii) Pooing on the living room rug and putting it all in a bundle, so that it was all wrapped up as a li’l treat. I remember that for when I took care of him one summer, coming into the apartment and seeing that bundle straight ahead. I knew what was in there.

Yup, a little present especially for yoooouu! Hahahaha I remember that, you screaming and then me screaming just because you were. GOOD TIMES. Not really haha, but looking back on it - hell yes.

(this post was reblogged from popculture-and-i)
popculture-and-i: jennhoney: there should be kitten puke on this. raelee: nickholmes: futurenostalgia: starfishh: thetroubleilove: milkxo Apropos as today I came home to vomit all over my spot on the sofa and all over the Christmas tree skirt. Yesterday it was on the top of and down the side of my laundry basket with a pile of freshly folded laundry still in it. True for my two family cats when I grew up, but Moppet has never thrown up since we had her. Which is awesome. Thank you Moppet. Once you’ve lived with a vomming cat, let alone two, you know what a pain it is. My favourite was when one of the cats puked into my sister’s 1960s puma trainers (that my mum had) and I was crying with laughter when I called her up to say he had vommed right into her shoe. Hahahahhaa. So deliberate. Hahahaha I love that. Cats - it’s like they seek out the absolutely worst places to puke in, as if just to say “F***k you, this is MY house”. My old cat used to puke exclusively on my bedspread. He had his standards, haha.

popculture-and-i:

jennhoney:

there should be kitten puke on this.

raelee:

nickholmes:

futurenostalgia:

starfishh:

thetroubleilove: milkxo

Apropos as today I came home to vomit all over my spot on the sofa and all over the Christmas tree skirt. Yesterday it was on the top of and down the side of my laundry basket with a pile of freshly folded laundry still in it.

True for my two family cats when I grew up, but Moppet has never thrown up since we had her. Which is awesome. Thank you Moppet. Once you’ve lived with a vomming cat, let alone two, you know what a pain it is.

My favourite was when one of the cats puked into my sister’s 1960s puma trainers (that my mum had) and I was crying with laughter when I called her up to say he had vommed right into her shoe. Hahahahhaa. So deliberate.

Hahahaha I love that. Cats - it’s like they seek out the absolutely worst places to puke in, as if just to say “F***k you, this is MY house”. My old cat used to puke exclusively on my bedspread. He had his standards, haha.

(this post was reblogged from popculture-and-i)

A loooot of stuff going on here

…Yeah. Found here

Paul Thurby

It’s educational AND fun, folks! Brought to you by illustrator Paul Thurlby.

I'm no longer dreaming of a white x-mas

popculture-and-i:

twentypieces:

Pic from here

That’s it. I’ve had it!  Although I AM dreaming of a white christmas, this is just a bit silly. There is snow everywhere. EVERYWHERE. In my hair (even though I was wearing a hat and hood combo), in my pants (zexy) and just about everywhere else. All the people you meet on the street have angry, mean faces because in order to avoid getting huge snowflakes in your eyes you have to scrunch your face up as if your life depended on it (hotness!). Just making it across the street was scary! I thank the person coming out of my house just at the same time I was blown by this sudden blast of icy/snowy/pure evil wind that basically just THREW me in. Hahahaha! Thank god the door was open, and thank god I actually flew in the right direction and not into the brick wall next to it.

Hahahaha, wintertimes can be adventurous y’all!

Girl, stop wishing the snow away! I’m not there yet. We’ve had two minutes of intense hail so far (but it’s meant to snow and melt here today).

Seriously. Do not jinx this.

All I’m saying is there’s enough snow on the ground already! Just take a little break, clouds. And YOU weren’t the one being blasted in the face by tiny icy little DAGGERS hahaha. I’m seriously not wishing it would go away, just that there would be a little more time in between the crazy ass storms. Believe me, the snow layer is thick as it is!

(this post was reblogged from popculture-and-i)