so if music was a piece of fruit, what kind of fruit would it be? or if the music of the following people were pieces of fruit, what kind or fruit and how ripe?
A. Messiaen
B. Bon Jovi
C. The Shaggs
D. Brahms
E. Judd Greenstein
f> Lindsay Lohan
ps you people are gross.
entry into my bloj.
Listen, if Eric Hewitt is vomitting in your house, I’m sorry, I really am, but this is not my problem.
what font is this? such a good g.
Today I was at 54th and Lex could have just walked to 5th Ave and taken the m5 bus right to my house, but Chris Thompson lured me into walking with him to 67th street with promise of Cocoa Time and then totally bailed. So I took the m66 crosstown bus to Columbus Ave and then transfered to the m5 at Broadway and 66th. Two buses in one trip! I’ve never done that before. Let’s hug.
so I was thinking about music the other day. It’s a funny thing, you know, because music is such a thing that some people do sometimes. and I was thinking, like, how is it possible that some things are like done so much with the stuff that my ass is all ‘what?’ with the ‘SQUEEEEdle wa wa wa’
what are you wearing?
are you embarrassed yet?
