tears of joy

soo...

i really, really, really love eye drops.

is that weird?

i love how it burns so good.

don't judge me.

dear italy,

i love your women and your fashion.

please send me both.

love, booya.xo

ralph lauren

the game of polo.

riding horses and smacking a ball around with a long mallet.

a devil of a good time, don't you think?!

absolutely sinful.

how about bicycle polo?

crazy bastards.

ps. fixed gear bikes scare the fuck out of me. i feel like i'd probably die while riding one. but they're still pretty neat.

wingdings

what type ARE you?

answer 4 simple questions that will help you drink from the font of self knowledge, face the truth and find out just which type you are.

it's that easy, ladies and gentleman.

all your life's queries answered here, on the internet.

i'm courier.

rational. understated. progressive. disciplined.

dj honda feat. black attack

say hello to the new school rodney mullen.

kilian martin.

know your roots:

rodney, keeping it un-real...

bonus footage:

the big piece of chicken

scroll to 3:46, or enjoy chris rock in all his bigger and blacker glory...

happy father's day

#worldcupmania

in case you didn't hear...

japan beat cameroon the other day.

just sayin...

LET'S GO BITE DICKSSS!!!

is this real life?

remember a while back i posted something about the mc10:35?

you ain't seen nothin yet!

fat people rejoice!

i give you...

the mcgangbang.

it appears to be a mcchicken stuffed in between a double cheeseburger...

mmmm...

a match made in heaven, don'tcha think?

buyer beware: this burger is extremely high in calories, so be sure to only pair it with a diet coke.

can i kick it?

what is it about new shoes that makes you wanna go out and party?

it's like something happens chemically in your brain that won't let you not party in your new shoes immediately after you've purchased them.

which is fine...but...

why is it that you always decide to go to the club, even though you know it's going to be packed and bananas and have them stepped on and probably get cranberry juice-ified? or you go to that sweet house party where you know they're going to be safe and stay clean, but for some reason everyone's outside chillin in a mud puddle and there's nothing you can do about it?

ruined immediately.

fuck.

which reminds me...what's the deal with clubs not letting people in with white shoes? this dress code has been in full effect for so many years now, and i still don't understand.

do my white shoes make me some sort of hoodlum?

what if i own the same shoes in black and white? will you allow me entrance only when i wear the black pair?

i get the track pants, jerseys, etc...that shit's obvious. you look like an idiot, no question.

but what is it about white shoes that makes entrance impossible?

i'll give anyone a dollar who can explain it, and have me buy into their explanation, cuz that shit is ridiculous.

anyways...

i just bought a pair of these beauties at boatshoes.com.

they came in the mail the other day.

cute, eh?

sooo...does anyone wanna party?

kool and the gang

new york city style

denim shirt.

slim khakis.

boat shoes.

no socks.

chillin.

love it.

flawless victory

how's everybody feeling today?

super!

so, i was recently "youtubing", and through my lurking around, i came across, what appears to be the trailer for the new mortal kombat movie.

very impressed, i must say...although i don't know how i feel about it not really following the actual story...

in any case, i'm more than likely going to go see it...and i'm more than likely going to enjoy it more than mortal kombat: annihilation.

ps. anyone who has seen that movie and liked it...is an idiot. and for those who haven't...don't.

to be honest, after watching the trailer and being reminded of said sequel, i decided to watch it again - because i couldn't remember why it was so shitty.

i was quickly reminded.

absolute shit.

to the point of embarrassment.

but whatever...nothing's worse than kazaam!

untitled 2

apparently writing about having writers block, helps eliminate writers block?

maybe?

maybe.

i'm back for now...

make yourself comfortable and enjoy your stay.

talk to you again soon.

currently listening to: let it be - the beatles

and the winner is...

go play in traffic, idiot.

what's with this half-tuck, 'hey look at me, i'm wearing a belt' phenomenon that's been lingering for the past handful of years? like....how is it still around?

first of all, you're an idiot.

second of all, you look like an idiot.

third of all, you paid $20 bucks for that piece of shit belt buckle at that shitty kiosk in the mall...quit being so proud of it.

even if you paid $200 for your blingy dolce and gabbana belt, you still look like an idiot...

there's no denying the fact, really.

so, are people continually complimenting you on your fashion sense? making you think that said fashion statement is 'cool'?

because i feel like these people should join you in a game of stickball in a busy intersection during rush hour.

take my advice: your ridiculous triple XL t-shirt/shitty sparkly ed hardy t-shirt/loserish hollister polo looks retarded half tucked into your oversized roca wear jeans/true religion boot cut jeans/khaki cargo shorts.

quit being an idiot. untuck that shit.

the L word

is david hasselhoff actually a lesbian?

you be the judge.

untitled

so this is writers block?

i've never really been required to maintain a high level of creativity in my spare time before, so i've clearly never had to deal with it. nor do i know how to get rid of it...
it's kind of weird. i decided to start this blog to enable myself to be creative on a semi regular basis, instead of letting my brain turn to mashed potatoes by watching tv and doing other mindless shit. i've even started teaching myself to play guitar around that time to help get the creative juices flowing.
it, clearly, proved to be an effective tool, as i came out of the gate quickly and was able to keep a steady pace. i felt inspired all the time.

however, over the past few weeks, i've felt nothing.
i've been busy with work, life and recently spent a week house sitting (where i had no wireless internet...which was brutal. i felt so distant and uncomfortable - it was weird. but, anyways...)
long story short - i feel uninspired. distracted, perhaps?
there doesn't seem like there's anything worth talking about or drawing attention to.
maybe it's because of all the rain and shitty weather? maybe i'm depressed? maybe i'm in love?
who knows...

i'll be back soon, don't worry.
until then, my friends...

<3 booya.xo

random song at the moment: you're ever so inviting - underoath


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what's the deal with old people?

so, i'm on the elevator in my apartment building just now and a nice old lady gets on.

she, of course, mentions how hot it is today...(old people love talking about the weather. it's science)
i say "i know! isn't it great?!"
she says "no! give me winter anyday"
shocked, all i manage to say is "oh wow, really?!"
she confirms her statement and i exit the elevator, baffled.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

HOW COULD THIS BE?!

WINTER OVER SUMMER?!
OLD PEOPLE LOVE BEING HOT!!!

HOW COULD SOMEONE PREFER WINTER?!

my mind is blown.

if you've ever been in my apartment during the winter months, you know what i'm talking about.
it's absurd.

i don't even have my heat on when it's -40 outside because the oldies have their thermostats cranked to the max...and it's STILL too hot! i've got fans going, windows open...yeah...ridiculous.

you'd figure they'd be in their glory during the summer.
i was almost certain old people kept their heat on in the summer to maximize the heat potential, because they love it so much.

guess i was wrong?

ok, let's recap:
old people love heat when it's cold, and cold when it's hot, but they want it to be cold so they can be hot?

i guess i'll never understand...

back to the drawing board.


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red bull and vodka

dear tom gaglardi,

welcome to winnipeg.
keep up the good work.

love, my liver.xo


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extra virgin olive

happy belated mother's day

dear cleveland,

your baseball team sucks.

your football team sucks too.

good thing you've got lebron and the cavs.

edit: 05.18.10 - apparently your basketball team sucks too? dagger. better luck next year!

hold the mayo

may the 4th be with you

sooooo...apparently it's international star wars day?


really?



really??



somebody told me about it today at work, and it was legitamately so ridiculous and unbelievable, i had to google it for proof.

[granted, you can't believe everything you read on the internet (except this blog. everything is 100% factual. guaranteed), but i investigated none-the-less]

so, apparently, may 4th is also called "luke skywalker day"?
what a heaping pile of retarded.


why is it that nerds have nothing better to do than play video games, blog, watch tv/movies, not bathe, surf the internet, and make up ridiculous shit to satisfy their nerdiness?

wait...blogging isn't nerdy is it?

fuck.

whatever.

check out conan o'brien's old friend, triumph the comedy insult dog, rip some star wars nerds to shreds...

enjoy,


nerds.

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