areyoucallingmefat:

daveholmes:

“Do You Know What It Takes” ranks among my favorite pop songs of all time, introducing both Robyn and Max Martin to a grateful 20th century. Turn this shit up!

LOVE this video. i think it needs a bit of a running diary:

brifo99: i am listening to Robyn
brifo99: she is asking if i know what it takes to do her right
brifo99: she’s also curious if i’ll always be around
brifo99: now she’s stopping traffic with her van to give an impromptu concert
brifo99: this bitch is NUTS
brifo99: oh shit. people are showing up to the concert!
brifo99: they’re not mad that Robyn is making them late for xyz
taurusg511: Haha
taurusg511: Robyn is the best
taurusg511: In the world
taurusg511: She had the original kate gosselin haircut

I think it’s majorly awesome/effed up/unfortunate that I had not seen this video since 1998, and was still able to draw the haircut parallel. 

apparently, this book has been through several revisions, and has been updated for the times…however the title remains the same. i feel like maybe they’re not doing it right.

Subway sandwiches made by Patels taste better than those made by other ethnicities. They also give you more napkins. This is fact.

There are two ways I generally know my friends are dating someone new that they really like. 1) They get sick, or b) they change their facebook profile photos.

I was never the type to cry during movies, or at kittens, or other miscellaneous things like that. But at some point recently, i stopped crying over the big stuff, and I now sniffle at arbitrary moments during Family Ties reruns, and tear up multiple times during the SATC movie. Which I’ve now seen at least 5 times. Thanks, HBO.

I realize how the above statement completely calls into question any credibility I have with regards to TV/Movie recommendations.

Lately, I’ve been waking up about 2 hours earlier than normal, resulting in 2 more productive hours each day. I find myself disliking the increased productivity, and make a conscious effort to sleep longer. It is for this reason (and, let’s face it, numerous others) that I think I’d have made for a lousy farmer.

I am frequently overwhelmed by the number of restaurant options in Chicago. Getting an iPhone was supposed to help rectify this problem, but I’m even more overwhelmed by the number of options in my iPhone apps that would theoretically choose a restaurant for me. The result is generally me passed out on the couch with half a wheel of gouda and a $100 cell phone bill.

I love to travel. One of my favorite parts of traveling is seeing the inspiration behind the songs of bands from those countries. For example, when we were in Dublin, it became evident that a lot of streets simply don’t have names. And the weather is so wacktackular that it’s a crazy big deal when it’s a beautiful day. Like a big enough deal to write a song.

My mom joined twitter, although she doesn’t tweet very often. She does, however, email me the tweet for proofreading before posting, and then call me to let me know she emailed the tweet. I’m still not quite sure of Twitter’s purpose, but I’m pretty sure it’s not this.

Ever been on vacation and seen goths? It’s the weirdest thing. If you’re gonna take a vacation, you might as well also vacate your alternative lifestyle.

This morning, I unnecessarily woke up at 6:30 am. I thought long and hard about running, and even put on my gear, but since I ran for distance the last two days in a row, i couldn’t do it. Waking up early on a non workout day is the worst.

My morning brightened when I realized I was finally awake early enough to catch Saved By The Bell on TBS. “Maybe I’ll just watch 2 hours of SBTB,” I thought. But it was the JUNIOR HIGH EPISODES! No thanks. The sting of betrayal left a toxic welt, TBS. I hope you’re happy.

So I milled about, did some laundry, made breakfast, swiffered. I thought about getting groceries, but I don’t even know what time grocery stores open. I actually have no idea what normal humans do before the 8 o’clock hour. By 8:30, I had nothing else to do but come to work. It’s a sad day when that happens.

Getting to work at 9 am is weird. My coworker Mike said, “i dont like you being here like this….. i like knowing the morning is half over when you walk in.” And yeah, it kinda sucks!

A consequence of getting to work at a normal hour is an unusually high productivity level. Which also means I got through all of my normal time-wasting schemes a lot faster. Which means I stalked people on facebook I normally wouldn’t stalk.

Example one: My (who I THOUGHT was) 14 year old “niece” (cousin’s daughter for indians would be my niece)’s page. She doesnt have a birth year, but her info says she graduated in high school in ‘09. So for a little while, my mind was blown. Nikki is only 8 years younger than me? No way. But then I realized if she graduated in 09, she’d have graduated this past spring, which is inaccurate. And she was 10 like 4 years ago. So wait, why is she lying about her age? Is she dating some older boy? Wtf is going on? I don’t like it.

So then I went to my 18 year old cousin’s page, thinking it might be better. NO! The number of times the n-word was dropped on his page…i mean, what?! Is that what’s cool on the streets of Queens? And none of these kids speak in sentences…how do they even know what the other is saying? He speaks in reggae tongue or something? And he changed his last name from Gajiwala to Mustafa?! Reading his profile made me nauseous.

It’s best that I not come to work on time.