TongueLash

what comes by us might be the most tongue-lashing color of space we see but we cannot breathe through insulated windows. we sweat in our sheets ashamed to be too naked, too true to yield to passing by serial killers. what isn't random. isn't likely to happen.

The obligatory Getting to Know Me post. I should warn you, I've been doing this for a while now, so here's the time travelling all access pass HERE. I also do this thing called "tweeting" is it? maybe?
~ Tuesday, November 22 ~
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This is no American dream. It’s a bizarre lucid dream where half the battle is luck, sheer luck that doing something you love really really hard and having a dumb grin on your face 24/7 might be enough someday. I bought the year end issue of GQ today even though I probably have roughly $35 in my bank account. Priorities. Inspiration costing $5.99 is simultaneously overpriced and a steal. It’s a pretty fantastic issue, with men of the year tributes to Kyle Chandler, the cast of Breaking Bad, Kristen Wiig, Mila Kunis, Louis CK (duhhh) etc, all very apt in the slightly-too-hip-for-ya niche zeitgeist’s of who’s who and what’s what. In addition:a pizza party with Hermain Cain, a look into the expansion of Uniqlo, the whereabouts of Ai Wei Wei, and the release of the Memphis 3; all very good stuff indeed. 2011s been a pretty bizarre year, but if anything, its been one for the good guys. Sort of. If victory means tumblr fandom, and generous internet critical acclaim. Community’s put on hold but Arrested Development is allegedly revived. Whitney’s gotten renewed, but so has Louie and Happy Endings. Pick your battles, I guess. And so we move to the cookie core centre; An article on a Tokyo food/drinking/kareoke trip with Aziz Ansari, David Chang, and James Murphy. A comedian, a chef, and a retired legend. A thoroughly contemporary clash of the titans indeed. A GQ-footed bill to fucking JAPAN where they sip ramen noodles and try on clothes, crash a Japanese dating party and singdrunk some karaoke. To quote the internets -Is this real life? What the fuck. The age of irony doesn’t like the use of the word cool, but i’ll break it out now. This is fucking cool. Partying in Tokyo with Aziz Ansari, David Chang, and James flippin’ Murphy is fucking cool. I don’t want no luxury yacht or private planes, I want me an expense account and some good fucking company. 

This is no American dream. It’s a bizarre lucid dream where half the battle is luck, sheer luck that doing something you love really really hard and having a dumb grin on your face 24/7 might be enough someday. I bought the year end issue of GQ today even though I probably have roughly $35 in my bank account. Priorities. Inspiration costing $5.99 is simultaneously overpriced and a steal.

It’s a pretty fantastic issue, with men of the year tributes to Kyle Chandler, the cast of Breaking Bad, Kristen Wiig, Mila Kunis, Louis CK (duhhh) etc, all very apt in the slightly-too-hip-for-ya niche zeitgeist’s of who’s who and what’s what. In addition:a pizza party with Hermain Cain, a look into the expansion of Uniqlo, the whereabouts of Ai Wei Wei, and the release of the Memphis 3; all very good stuff indeed.

2011s been a pretty bizarre year, but if anything, its been one for the good guys. Sort of. If victory means tumblr fandom, and generous internet critical acclaim. Community’s put on hold but Arrested Development is allegedly revived. Whitney’s gotten renewed, but so has Louie and Happy Endings. Pick your battles, I guess. And so we move to the cookie core centre; An article on a Tokyo food/drinking/kareoke trip with Aziz Ansari, David Chang, and James Murphy. A comedian, a chef, and a retired legend. A thoroughly contemporary clash of the titans indeed. A GQ-footed bill to fucking JAPAN where they sip ramen noodles and try on clothes, crash a Japanese dating party and singdrunk some karaoke. To quote the internets -Is this real life? What the fuck. The age of irony doesn’t like the use of the word cool, but i’ll break it out now. This is fucking cool. Partying in Tokyo with Aziz Ansari, David Chang, and James flippin’ Murphy is fucking cool. I don’t want no luxury yacht or private planes, I want me an expense account and some good fucking company. 

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