Three Pears, three pairs, 3 X 2=6, threesome times two, six-tom, sex-a-ton, burn calories, hunger, pear, two more, and that makes three pears.

This is my brain:

Saturday, April 16, 2011

My Sentiments Exactly



Sources: WeHeartIt

I may find Jesus if this snow ever stops falling. 

329/365

This week of music is a time reference. These tunes were chosen in and around The Grammys.  Don't worry, I will eventually finish reading The Procrastination Equation and then finish blogging this musical year project. 

Source: NewYorkTimes

323/365: Same, Snow Patrol.
An ode to my routine.

324/365: 10 Mile Stereo, Beach House.
Ideal Saturday night reading music. Finally starting to hear it as a woman singing.

325/365: Chinese Translation, M.ward.
Wise, this song is. Approve Yoda would.

326/365: Intil Paisagem, Esperanza Spalding.
Amazing, still think it should have been Florence. #Grammys

327/365: The Clap, Infant Sorrow.
You've got the clap, we've got the clap.

328/365: The Cave, Mumford and Sons.
The Grammys really inspired me to remember my previously unmentioned song likes.

329/365: Month of May, Arcade Fire.
Summer song, except it still snows here in May. Oh well.

46 Down, 6 to go!

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Real American Psycho


Above: Scott Dissack (Kourtney Kardashian's baby daddy) instantly reminded me of American Psycho (below) not only in dauntingly similar appearance, but also in his obsessive fashion standards and unhidden anger management problems. Sure he may not be a murdering psychopath, but watching him on TV is like dying a thousand torturous deaths. 


"I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?"