dan quayle knows what i'm talking about

from now on, when i hear a basic, pedestrian hip-hop beat i will refer to it as beat and potatoes. and yes, that is pun. a prety bad one. almost pun-ishing. ok, i'll stop now.

i read about it, in a book!

when i look in the mirror, this is what i see.

i'm not missing each other

random thought before i go to bed. is it just me, or does perez hilton look like james murphy's (lcd soundsystem) little gay brother?

in case you were wondering what i look like. and how could you not ask yourself "what does the face of the genius who writes this look like?".

i'd hate to be a dustbin in shaftsbury tonight...

my friend drew has a list. i'm not entirely sure what the criteria for getting on this list is. but i know that st. vincent is on it. and that it's a good thing to be on. here's why she's on the list (i think).

does anybody else smell bacon?

did you ever forget how great the beatles were? i do it all the time. but then you hear something (or "something") on shuffle and goddamn! there it is again! fucking rad! today it was piggies. and that's the another thing, george was the man. "piggies", "it's all too much", "only a northern song"? he's more underrated than the pharcyde's second record.

*ahem*

is this thing on?