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Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
How Could You Say No?!
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Monday, December 27, 2010
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Sunday, December 12, 2010
Heart Attack or Heaven on Earth?

OH. GOD. how is this even legal? what does it taste like?? I WANNA KNOWWWWW!
This slightly awkwardly named dessert consists of two pies, a pumpkin pie and an apple pie, baked into two cakes, a vanilla cake and a chocolate cake. The cakes are stacked as they would be in a regular layer cake and whole thing is topped off with very generous amounts of buttercream. When finished, the cake weighs in at 15 pounds, stands more than a foot tall and will feed a pretty large crowd.
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Saturday, December 11, 2010
This Post Might Make You Hate Me

Apropos of nothing, can I unsubscribe to Taylor Swift? Is that possible? I'd really like it to be possible.
I don't quite know how I ended up with all this Taylor Swift in my life. FACT: Eighty-five percent of all advertisements and magazine covers are now mandated by law to feature Taylor Swift, or at least some portion of her hair crimping. Anytime there's an award show or special live presentation or a Kia dealership grand opening, you can pretty much count on Swift showing up with her guitar and undermining the days and days of effort that Autotune put into creating one of her albums. Fuck, even Collinsworth spent last week's Sunday Night game gushing about her. I can't get away from this bitch. I even know she dates Jake Gyllenhaal. AND OMG BEEFY NECK GUY FROM TWILIGHT TOTALLY BROKE HER HEART!
I don't understand all the fuss. Taylor Swift makes training bra music. Her shit is one step removed from a Fisher Price Little People CD. Every record she sells should come with a complimentary pack of Spree. If you're over fourteen, you shouldn't want anything to do with it. But no, every fucking adult music critic on Earth fawns over this girl and protects her like she's some kind of goddamn forest pixie. SHE'S SO MATURE FOR AGE! SHE HANDLED THAT KANYE SITUATION SO WELL! SHE'S SO ARTICULATE! No, seriously. someone wrote that.
"Swift's thoughtful honesty and surprisingly articulate take on life should be commended."
What is this, a fucking report card? HOORAY! SHE'S ALMOST 21 AND HAS THE ABILITY TO SPEAK! And since when is this chick honest? Have you heard some of these lyrics?
"But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're lookin for has been here the whole time"
First of all, is there anything honest about that? This woman is a fucking ROCK STAR and a millionaire. She's, like, ninety stages above the cheer captain. Cheer captains are fucking special ed students compared to her. And she never wears fucking t-shirts. She wears $10,000 Halston gowns and all kinds of other sparkly shit. Some producer in Nashville probably made her write this so that fat Jenny in the seventh grade out there would have music that "speaks to her". And there's nothing mature about this shit. It's the soundtrack to a trip to Spencer Gifts. Anyone could write that. I could write that.
"It's late at night and he's sendin' you a text
But you just bought your first box of Kotex
He doesn't know you're a bloody mess
But if he saw your crotch, he could probably guess…"
It's not that hard, okay? This fucking Kanye thing has made everyone treat Swift like she's some precious doll they bought at the Franklin Mint. Meanwhile, Justin Bieber and his fans get made fun of (rightfully so) by fucking EVERYONE. And Bieber actually IS a kid! He's not even voting age, the way this woman is. But somehow you're an asshole if you hate Taylor Swift? That's bullshit. BULLSHIT. Just because she's the official spank bank material for every white asshole on the Texas Rangers roster doesn't mean I have to give a crap.
People, I am here to grant you permission to hate Taylor Swift at will. You can go right ahead and laugh at her horrible singing and hope she ends up blowing local Tennessee DJs in lieu of record company payola handouts. Go ahead. Don't feel bad. She's a big girl. She can handle it. She'll probably even be able to make a really shitty album out of it.
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Friday, December 10, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Will I?
Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Should I Be Embarassed or Proud?
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Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
NERDS!
All praise Tina Fey!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Modern Day Disney Princesses
Sunday, November 28, 2010
One in the Same?
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Bubble Mania
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Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
If HP was in 2010
i mean...i'm not excited or anything, i'm just saying.
OK, I'M EXCITED. WE'VE HAD OUR TICKETS FOR A MONTH ALREADY.
Enough with the caps. NY Mag decided to bring the wizarding world into 2010, and fully internet-ify HP. Here are the hilarious Facebook profiles and internet related photos of our favorite wizards. [CLICK ON THE PIC TO READ THEM IN DEPTH!]




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Wednesday, November 17, 2010
(Il)legally Download This
Monday, November 15, 2010
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Saturday, November 13, 2010
The Neverending Controversy
As most of you know, I grew up in western New York. Growing up, I always said 'pop'. It wasn't until I went to college in Boston that my usage of 'pop' was looked at as weird. From then on, I made it a habit to call it 'soda', because frankly, everyone else was doing it.This map pretty much shows exactly my conclusion on the 'pop vs. soda' debacle. 'Coke' has always been the word down south, no matter what kind of soft drink it is, it's always been 'Coke'. Rochesterians have always been known to have almost a midwestern accent, and the use of pop is no different. As you can see, pretty much from Rochester through the midwest and to the West Coast of Seattle, 'pop' is the commonly used name. However, in Boston, where I adopted the new term, 'soda' is more prevalent, including my current residency in California.
Which side do you take on this one? And let's be honest, does it really even matter? (I don't even drink 'Coke'...)
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Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
For My Wino Friends

{source}Self-serve wine tanks could be hitting American supermarkets within a year. These 500 and 1,000 liter mechanical kegs dispense wine into whatever container the shopper brings with them.
By getting rid of the packaging, the wine can be shipped much cheaper. The savings get passed on to you with lower prices, and supposedly the wine tastes pretty good too.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Little Miss Mad Man
Thursday, November 4, 2010
I Love Reunions!

BTW: if you don't watch Boy Meets World weekday mornings on ABC Family from 7am to 8am, DVR it. It will change your life.
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Boys Becoming Men...
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Friday, October 22, 2010
The Sorting Hat

In real life, Natalie McDonald was a young Canadian fan of the novels with a terminal illness, Leukemia. A friend of her mother’s wrote to J. K. Rowling to ask her to write to Natalie. J.K. Rowling did not receive the letter until after a vacation, and though she admits to fearing it was “too late”, wrote back, telling Natalie what happens to each of the main characters, only to find out from Natalie’s mother that she had passed away. The two women began a friendship, and Natalie was thus added to the books (into Gryffindor, the house of bravery), as a tribute. Her mother kept the contents of the letter secret until her other two children finished reading The Deathly Hallows.

































