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I LOVE LANCE ARMSTRONG!!! HE IS A BABE!!!!! 36 does him GOOD. I approve of him seeing/canoodling with Kate Hudson. She’s likable, quirky, and has great taste in men (minus that weird Mcconaughey period). Why does everyone hate on her? She’s a total babe, and at least Lance isn’t dating that weirdo Olson twinsie anymore, I wasn’t happy when that went down. But seriously, back to Lance. Who wouldn’t want to snag a man who is attractive, tall, athletic and SURVIVED CANCER?????? The man survived CANCER, and people are giving him shit for dating Kate Hudson? UNREAL.
Thanks to David for this, and thanks to Ian Curtis & Joy Division!!! P.S. Wearing 3/4th sleeves in summer, not the most comfortable thing ever, bye!
Look, Ive Chicago, but I detest WRIGLEYVILLE. I remember going to shows in Wrigleyville when I was 14, and even back then I could feel something in the pit of my stomach alluding that that neighborhood sucked. Anyway, when my locker buddy from high school, Tommy hit me up about his 21st birthday, I was IN. I will not disclose which bar I went to, but I will say that I pillaged the $30 all you can drink. On our way to the bar next door, a HUGE fight broke out between all these Cub’s fans, whatever. We were drunk and peaking 2 am drunk status is never a good look. Upon being in the bar, cranberry vodka in hand, some girl decides its a good idea to bump into me. Now, normally, this is an issue quickly resolved, but there is a slight exception: SHE KNOCKED MY GUCCI OF MY HAND. Now, The bag traveled at least 4 feet to the ground, with my $400 digital camera. Okay, fine. All she had to do was pick it up and apologize, but NO. Instead, she looks at me and expects ME to pick it up. The, she tries to walk away, hell no. (Whoever thinks I was being irrational, okay fine, but really, do you think I was in the right state to be trying to bend down and pick up something off the ground? I couldn’t even see straight). I leaned in to her and this conversation (or what I believe to be) took place:
- ME: “What the fuck.”
- Her: “I’m sorry.”
- ME: “You need to pick my bag up.”
- Her: “UH….”
- Me: “I’m serious, pick my bag up”
- Her: “What? No.”
- Me: “If you don’t pick my bag up, I’m going to punch you.”
- Her: “Uhhh…..”
- Me: “If I were you, I’d pick the bag up, I will seriously punch you.” (Side note: Totally felt like Javier Bardem’s character in No Country For Old Men, being so true to his evil convictions)
She then proceeded to pick my bag in front of not only MY friends, but HER friends. Dan later said, “she looked like a deer caught in headlights,” and that she looked like she was going to/was crying, ouchhhh. But seriously, moral of the story: If you drop a girl’s bag, even if its a fake Louis, PICK THAT SHIT UP!
1. God bless anyone that was able to make it to the Puerto Rican Fest this weekend in Humboldt Park. I usually go every year (I see you, arroz con gandules), but I slacked big time. Luckily, my girl Monica (I see you, The MidWasteland) spotted this man, or his huge ass flag rather, fly past her apartment and was able to grab him just in time to take a snapshot. Do I see bike pegs? Dude’s outfit is also pretty serious and pretty glorious. If anyone knows where I can find a complete Cuban flag ensemble, holler via email.
2. I’m officially a contributing blogger for DIM MAK, with the likes of DJ AM, Sarah Morrison, so on and so forth. I’ll try to keep my Midol/shaving powder/iced coffee/crazy collage blogging to a minimum.
3. PHOTOS SOON.
4. New layout soon, but probably not because it’s Summer.
BYES.
