In honor of Independence Day, here is a short list of things that rock about America:
Classic Mustangs. Grilling. Free refills. Fender Strats. Anything Will Ferrell does. Post-NSync Justin Timberlake. Boston Terriers. Heath bars. Stars by Hum. Ron Livingston. The 1972 Miami Dolphins. Sailor Jerry tattoos. Post-It notes. Anything Robert Rodriguez does. So, You Want To Be A Writer? by Charles Bukowski. The quotability of The Simpsons. Pudding.
My 4th of July was fantastic. I spent it with the roomies, Pepe, Jake and Steph, Steph's brother Dan and Dan's girlfriend Liza. We hung out at the pool [I'm about three shades darker], we ate delicious food [Portobello mushrooms with mozzarella and tomatoes ♥], drank beer and margaritas, played video games and watched an amazing fireworks display. Great day and here's to hoping many more like it follow in the future.
In Other News:
Germany lost to Italy. Two-nil, in second overtime at the 27th minute. I'm floored. With Brazil gone, I thought these boys would clean house. What an upset. Barring another upset, it looks like it'll be France v. Italy in the finals.
Happy Birthday, Missy! Amaretto sours para todos! I love and miss you, sweetpea!
Facebook. I finally got one. If you're one of those assholes I went to school with -- feel free to add me.
I am in love with Andrew McMahon again. I've been listening to lots of Something Corporate and Jack's Mannequin lately and have decided that A) I'm in love with McMahon for the sixteenth time this year, B) I should really stop listening to Konstantine on repeat and C) I want to hire him to sing me lullabies. The pay's lousy and there are no benefits, but he would perform to a rapt audience every night...until I fell asleep, anyway.
Now Hear This: Music you need to download.
Stars and Boulevards -- Augustana
Oh Yeah -- Yello [It's the Ferris Bueller song. You know, "Chicka-schickaaaahhh"]
Wounded -- Third Eye Blind
Romantic -- Goapele
Classic Mustangs. Grilling. Free refills. Fender Strats. Anything Will Ferrell does. Post-NSync Justin Timberlake. Boston Terriers. Heath bars. Stars by Hum. Ron Livingston. The 1972 Miami Dolphins. Sailor Jerry tattoos. Post-It notes. Anything Robert Rodriguez does. So, You Want To Be A Writer? by Charles Bukowski. The quotability of The Simpsons. Pudding.
My 4th of July was fantastic. I spent it with the roomies, Pepe, Jake and Steph, Steph's brother Dan and Dan's girlfriend Liza. We hung out at the pool [I'm about three shades darker], we ate delicious food [Portobello mushrooms with mozzarella and tomatoes ♥], drank beer and margaritas, played video games and watched an amazing fireworks display. Great day and here's to hoping many more like it follow in the future.
In Other News:
Germany lost to Italy. Two-nil, in second overtime at the 27th minute. I'm floored. With Brazil gone, I thought these boys would clean house. What an upset. Barring another upset, it looks like it'll be France v. Italy in the finals.
Happy Birthday, Missy! Amaretto sours para todos! I love and miss you, sweetpea!
Facebook. I finally got one. If you're one of those assholes I went to school with -- feel free to add me.
I am in love with Andrew McMahon again. I've been listening to lots of Something Corporate and Jack's Mannequin lately and have decided that A) I'm in love with McMahon for the sixteenth time this year, B) I should really stop listening to Konstantine on repeat and C) I want to hire him to sing me lullabies. The pay's lousy and there are no benefits, but he would perform to a rapt audience every night...until I fell asleep, anyway.
Now Hear This: Music you need to download.
Stars and Boulevards -- Augustana
Oh Yeah -- Yello [It's the Ferris Bueller song. You know, "Chicka-schickaaaahhh"]
Wounded -- Third Eye Blind
Romantic -- Goapele
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