Beloved Mouse of the 505 Charlie Brown has passed away via Death Trap.RIP Homez.We'll pour some cab for ya!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Twilight Galaxy
Did they tell you, you should grow up
When you wanted to dream?
Did they warn you, better shape up
If you want to succeed?
I don't know about you, who are they talking to?
They're not talking to me.
Did I ask you for attention
When affection is what I need?
Thinking sorrow is perfection
I would wallow until you told me
There's no glitter in the gutter
There's no twilight galaxy.
Go higher than high.
Lower than deep.
I'm alright,c'mon baby...I've seen all the demons that you got.
Oh Mon Dieu
Fall '09 HC,which came out July 7th, potentially could have been Christian Lacroix's last Haute Couture Show.Ever.Lacroix has been on the Couture scene since '87.You can check out the complete collection at: http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/F2009CTR-CLACROIX Sad...
Better Recognize
Okay,so the Haterade is outta my system. I admit it, I like Lady Gaga.The bitch speaks her mind and she's helping to bring Disco back.But just for the record,y'all better recognize who did it first:Miss Grace Jones Baby.Model/Actress/Musician/Muse to Andy Warhol. Yea, that's right.She was one of Andy's Superstars. So if ya don't know,now ya knowww ;)
To whom it may concern...
Okay so none of y'all wanted to buy Mamba her LV pumps...so i'll make a proposition for ya.
I've been dying for something hooded I could incorporate into a Disco outfit ever since the Grace Jones Collection I did for Graphic Processing class back in '08.
So again,donations will be accepted.You can purchase this for Mamba at American Apparel :)
Hey!You look kinda cute...
Monday, July 6, 2009
Review:My Sister's Keeper
It's been like 5 hours since I've seen this movie,and I still feel like I just got hit by a bus.This movie is the epitome of Emo.It's about a girl dying of lukemia,her crazy ass mom(Cameron Diaz) and her sister(Little Miss Sunshine).Can't really tell you very much or it will ruin it for you.The execution of the story is pretty corny,and not very grasping.Soldiers don't cry,that's why they wouldn't watch this movie.Don't know what I was thinking.Shout outs to Vladi for sitting beside my hour long tearfest haha.
RAPPER LOON TURNS HARDCORE MUSLIM
Rapper Loon, previously signed to Bad Boy Records with P. Diddy turned full blown to the muslim religion while on tour in Dubai last year. Definitely didn't see this coming, but do whatever makes you happy man.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Mimi in NY
Mea Culpa
"I'm writing a book."
"You're a writer? That's what you do?"
"Erm, no. I'm a Doctor."
Grind grind grind. But he's a writer as well as being a Doctor. Everyone's a writer. We all sign checks, therefore we are all writers in some small way. I'm a writer in the compulsive sense - I do it more often than I jack off. Do girls jack off? I'm unsure what the feminine term is. I don't do it. Hell, I don't need to, all that ancient old cock and thin, wasted thighs to rub against. Sexy. Today I'm drunk. I figured it works better with some vodka to wash it down, some dutch courage to make you care a little less. I flirt pretty well. I think they almost all believe me. My type is corporate, go with the suit, 35 give or take a few years, married, two children. Works every fucking time. You're such stereotypes boys, did no one ever tell you that, or are the only people who realize the ones in your pay? I'm sorry, didn't intend to insult, it just slipped out. Every girl has a trick. A moan in the ear, a little careless hand slippage, some murmured crap about their favorite vibrator. Mine is to choose carefully. Never go with the ones you couldn't fuck. Of course I lower the standards on a bad day. But this just serves to make the good days even more enjoyable.
So nice Mr Champagne comes in. I was talking about you today with Tommy the cashier.
"If he cares he'll come in," says Tommy. Oh yes. But care about what? What is there to care about? Tits and ass which'll last another ten years if I'm lucky, an acerbic personality. But I enoyed dancing for you. Nice kisser baby. Lots of practice with the intern? Though I'm unsure about the morality of making out in front of the driver. Still, I did it anyway. Though you're making me feel cheap with all the cash on your friend's credit card, it's paying the rent, so I can't complain. Am I with you for the money? It's all about money, every damned second in the club, which is why I'm telling you to take me out. Fuck the wife and kids, they've had their day. It's their turn for a non a/c apartment in a shitty Hasidic area of Brooklyn and grinding cock to make the rent.
Just kidding. I'm not that mean
If it was for the money I'd go with Mafia Joe sweetie. Believe it.
Got a new apartment. Lucy the stripper comes in midway through my Red Bull binge.
"East Village Baby! We're moving to the East Village!"
You got that INS? Want the zip code too?
They need a credit check. I don't do debt. I paid off my student loans from 4 years of college last year. I have a credit card I hardly use, a bank account in the UK which is barren and empty. Maybe this is the time I start calling Mafia Joe. Strangely, I would rather suck cock for 5 grand than have dinner with that fucking prick. Call me fickle.
It's all about money and it's not about money. I know your secrets, what turns you on, what makes you gasp, I don't know what makes you stay though. Never have. What makes me stay? I've never stayed anywhere, I couldn't tell you. Looks like I may be thrown out pretty soon though if encouraging Dave is anything to go by. Get back to your fucking PhD you right wing asshole.
Gosh, terribly rude today. So sorry.
Sometimes I don't want to explain. Just figure it out yourselves. That goes for you especially Mr Champagne.
Unemployment does wonders for people. Recently,I've been revisiting a blog I used to read back in the day.It's about a British writer who travels the world and ends up in NYC. She comes to the city to become a journalist, but as her Visa runs out she turns to stripping to pay the bills.She also came out with a book this year called,"Girl Undressed".I've yet to read it,but definitely putting it on my list of things to do. Great writer with alot of wit, and compassion for minorities.Check her out at www.miminewyork.blogspot.com/ and I suggest you start from the older posts.Enjoy :)
"I'm writing a book."
"You're a writer? That's what you do?"
"Erm, no. I'm a Doctor."
Grind grind grind. But he's a writer as well as being a Doctor. Everyone's a writer. We all sign checks, therefore we are all writers in some small way. I'm a writer in the compulsive sense - I do it more often than I jack off. Do girls jack off? I'm unsure what the feminine term is. I don't do it. Hell, I don't need to, all that ancient old cock and thin, wasted thighs to rub against. Sexy. Today I'm drunk. I figured it works better with some vodka to wash it down, some dutch courage to make you care a little less. I flirt pretty well. I think they almost all believe me. My type is corporate, go with the suit, 35 give or take a few years, married, two children. Works every fucking time. You're such stereotypes boys, did no one ever tell you that, or are the only people who realize the ones in your pay? I'm sorry, didn't intend to insult, it just slipped out. Every girl has a trick. A moan in the ear, a little careless hand slippage, some murmured crap about their favorite vibrator. Mine is to choose carefully. Never go with the ones you couldn't fuck. Of course I lower the standards on a bad day. But this just serves to make the good days even more enjoyable.
So nice Mr Champagne comes in. I was talking about you today with Tommy the cashier.
"If he cares he'll come in," says Tommy. Oh yes. But care about what? What is there to care about? Tits and ass which'll last another ten years if I'm lucky, an acerbic personality. But I enoyed dancing for you. Nice kisser baby. Lots of practice with the intern? Though I'm unsure about the morality of making out in front of the driver. Still, I did it anyway. Though you're making me feel cheap with all the cash on your friend's credit card, it's paying the rent, so I can't complain. Am I with you for the money? It's all about money, every damned second in the club, which is why I'm telling you to take me out. Fuck the wife and kids, they've had their day. It's their turn for a non a/c apartment in a shitty Hasidic area of Brooklyn and grinding cock to make the rent.
Just kidding. I'm not that mean
If it was for the money I'd go with Mafia Joe sweetie. Believe it.
Got a new apartment. Lucy the stripper comes in midway through my Red Bull binge.
"East Village Baby! We're moving to the East Village!"
You got that INS? Want the zip code too?
They need a credit check. I don't do debt. I paid off my student loans from 4 years of college last year. I have a credit card I hardly use, a bank account in the UK which is barren and empty. Maybe this is the time I start calling Mafia Joe. Strangely, I would rather suck cock for 5 grand than have dinner with that fucking prick. Call me fickle.
It's all about money and it's not about money. I know your secrets, what turns you on, what makes you gasp, I don't know what makes you stay though. Never have. What makes me stay? I've never stayed anywhere, I couldn't tell you. Looks like I may be thrown out pretty soon though if encouraging Dave is anything to go by. Get back to your fucking PhD you right wing asshole.
Gosh, terribly rude today. So sorry.
Sometimes I don't want to explain. Just figure it out yourselves. That goes for you especially Mr Champagne.
Unemployment does wonders for people. Recently,I've been revisiting a blog I used to read back in the day.It's about a British writer who travels the world and ends up in NYC. She comes to the city to become a journalist, but as her Visa runs out she turns to stripping to pay the bills.She also came out with a book this year called,"Girl Undressed".I've yet to read it,but definitely putting it on my list of things to do. Great writer with alot of wit, and compassion for minorities.Check her out at www.miminewyork.blogspot.com/ and I suggest you start from the older posts.Enjoy :)
Like MJ in his early day
Hazy Review:Luxy
It was Vladi's 23rd, so we decided to celebrate at his place in North York. On the 30 minute subway ride there a bottle of rum was downed by J2 and I. As the party started to pick up, a Texas Mickey of Goose was downed in 20 minutes...and it was off to the club.That's a hotmess waiting to happen.As I stumbled out of the cab, I was very confused to be dropped off in front of a movie theater and miniput,which is where the club is located beside.Cover I believe was 10 dollars,not so bad for Toronto.I've been told the music was mostly hip-hop.Every few ladies J2 would yell you're a hot bitch and start dry-humping their legs, so I think the crowd consisted of mainly hot party hoes.Pretty good-lookin' club,good-lookin' people from what I remember and apparently sick beats.So if you're in the North York area.Check it outtt ;)It's located at 60 Interchange Way beside the Woodbridge AMC Theatre.The pic btw is the Vladtsa during the infamous danceoff haha.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)