nicole scherzinger;

sometimes you look like you've crawled out of hollywoods glitziest dumpster,


sometimes you look like you've barely escaped micheal jacksons vinyl fingertips


but inexplicably most of the time i still wanna do a bollywood jig all the way up your sausage wallet.

it turns my stomach that jeffree star is still lurking around milking internet fame since myspace. nearly 16g twitter friends? that's nauseating.

Korean Abdul-Jabbar.

i can't believe the "Hipster Grifter” Kari Ferrell that everyone is up in arms about is so cute.

kudos to 'the filth' for being such a weaseling little hipster to even get hired by Vice on the spot though.

snakey hipster for the win.

not hard when you're scheming around deadbeats.

story of my life;

if you got it, knock out your teeth and talk british...

just because i can't get enough of amy winehouse all of a sudden;



fatty-fatty-bo-batty.


she is the crackhead-repunzel of this era.

cher !

twisted sister !!






for any time i've ever given someone stink eye, i formally apologize. im currently relearning proper technique and will get back to you at my earliest convenience.




after barely playing 'just the tip' in such a large collection of pictures, i'm mostly left wondering when the title 'damaged goods' can be used on a person.

it makes me really happy though to know that when not a goofy disproportionate muppet, amy winehouse moonlights as howard stern when she doesn't have a british guard's hat strapped to her head and two thirds of Ru Pauls makeup collection on her face.

this also makes me feel really happy about any insecurities i've ever had in my life ever.

amy winehouse pictures are a proven therapy method in lieu of prozac.

sometimes a girls just gotta spoil herself...

i frequently pine over having long hair once again these days.

this is fucking ridiculous though.

sigh, my birthday's coming up which brings a certain dread and a certain excitement. it's the more i think about the excitement in which the dread sneaks in right after.

25. what a dumpy number. i should be having some sort of quarter century eye-opening revelation or some frantic crisis but here i am rekindling my flame with the internet instead in my underwear on my bedroom floor.

i don't have any vices i need to abandon, i don't have any ties i need to break.
i just googled 25th birthdays, and at least i don't look like this i guess;


i think i might devote this blog entirely to amy winehouse. i mean. WOW. i haven't been keeping up, but WOWWWWWWW



if you've got it, flaunt it.

in life, there are needs and wants,

and veneered sluts who own a windmachine.

so seth rogen, gods gift to stoner culture.


so , let's take a stroll through your career sir rogen. i did know you got your start in Freaks And Geeks, notable show, loved it from the start, granted, did get stoked when you started appearing in movies and i recognized you from this old fav of a show. went on to think your main costar Linda Cardellini was such an uber babe, and has done nothing but progressed in the field of babeliness throughout her career, grandmas boy? maxim? yowza.

blonde ! you minx !

you though, were neither notable, nor underappreciated playing a lackluster stoner accomplis. donnie darko and dawsons creek? REALLY. how bizarre how bizarre. hell, i can't even recall you in anchorman. knocked up, fine. superbad, hilarious. step brothers? revived my love for will ferrell once more, but really a weak cameo.

pineapple express. wow, youre really diverse and not trying to corner yourself into a sterotype at all. im guilty of having a few cheap laughs, but honestly, once it got past halfway of the movie after that drug dealer talks of the probability of his cat going to cat-hell, i lose interest and usually fall asleep without remorse. i got tricked into zack and miri make a porno, admittedly i liked it. it was a sneaky romantic comedy about nerd-idiot acheives babely idiot girl. cute. lets all fall into that cookiecutter.

fuck me raw in a storage room.

i was actually hoping for something more offensive from all the controversy that such a title had riled up.

the reason this blog was on the tip of my tongue was from a movie preview for Observe and Report that was played prior to the watchmen.

really?

you'd actually want to combine that clusterfuck of generic stupid stoner based movies into one? why not really huh? i mean, i hate stoner culture more than anyone, so its quite the ironic incident having my birthday fall on the glorious birth-of-christ-equivalent to stoners on 420.

so, seth rogen, i hope you roast within the depths of cat hell , in which vivid incarnations within my mind includes a never ending suply of fresh steamy-in-cold weather cat turds not fully covered in odour masking clay pellets. enjoy.

i've been needing to get a new slut to ride.

i'm actually jealous of her legs. not her butterface.

and now an intermission of one singular slut;

how disproportionate, what is she? a pussycat doll? isn't there a desert storm for her to dance in somewhere?

i mostly just want her hair.


besides, i like my full un-coconut shelled boobs better anyways.

the veronicas vs.tegan and sara

whatever, i can't decipher right now whos the sluttiest dykiest troubadour.

dpstravaganza.

agness deyn.

OUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAL SEW QUTES.
biggest love hate relationship of the moment. very cute, very chic, moonlights as very hipster when pushing the vintage derelict hobo look too much. bad agness, naughty agness.
she's actually gorgeous for the entire jean paul gaulthier MADAME campaign, but other than that i feel that everyone is gush gush gushing too much over her quirky unique stylings which are really a typical 16+ fashion sense, and never-may-care attitude. maybe im just bitter, unappreciated, a brunette, and poor.





you cannot wear a mesh drape with strategically placed warhol patterns to cover your unmentionables. because i will mention them.


boy bodied granny wasted cute shark print buttoned fly high waisty camel short. reminds me of that blondo in lords of dogtown.


granted, on a runway obviously, so she cant be blammed for her pirate-chic glam.


modern day super model? up and coming kate moss? the newest twiggy?

or a soon to be deadbeat pride attender singing female masturbation songs while pushing 60. same difference no?

her being dressed in a patented-shoulder-padded-barbie-pink blazer reminds me of that special time in a young girls life where she decides that barbie needs a new hairdo. anyone with barbies however soon realises but never really gives up on changing barbie from her intended theme. tried to change barbies hair? never worked. whether combed, nor cut, barbie is one stubborn cunt, and no matter how many artifacts you piece together from various barbies, the new mashed up look never looks good, and never compliments your barbies newly dyked 'do. please purchase whole new outfit with non fitting shoes for 19.99. thanks mattel.


we get it , you're quirky. WHAT AN INDIVIDUAL. the red really brings out, your complete utter lack of pigment.

this doesn't even look that great

honestly
this only proves that once a babe, a babe in anything. from hot couture, to hipster trends, or your grannie's panties stretched into a doily dress. WHY NOT
looks like a dickie is trying to kill you agness, watch your back.


"oh gosh im so shocked you got me in my rushian babushka doll traditional african warrior chainmail casual seawear outfit...do you think the hat is too much? does it clash with my betty page face? no? the orange bedazzling wasnt too much? good. maybe i'll wear more neon doilies next time."



hold on there hotty hotty hot pants, theres enough teal spandex here to house an african tribe.


people rave about her bringing back a punky edge to fashion, cute is cute is cute. she could chose any identity and work it. what about this beach bum tan, sew cute. i don't think they sell up teh punx for 400minutes at 60$

i could dress her flippant do and fresh face up in a bag of flaming turds and people would still squeal what a fashion forward muse she is.