I WITNESS NEWS.

I HAVE THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON THIS GUY.

Oh, Mikey Bolts. Marry me.

BOYFRIENDS.

New fave song. Wow. This is super catchy. Jenna showcasing some talent. Geeze. I love her. And um, probably going to be singing this all day at work tomorrow since I literally just watched it for the fourth time.

IPHONES.

BASKETBALL STEREOTYPES.

SATURDAY WITH DAILY GRACE.

The internet graciously, and randomly brought on a new discovery! Daily Grace! This is the first time I have seen this girl's videos and I'm about four videos in. From those four, I absolutely had to share the following vid:



Pretty much died laughing. My Saturday night is officially booked. Enjoy!

I DON'T EVEN LISTEN TO MUSIC ANYMORE, JUST.. HIGH-PITCHED SOUNDS.

There is something so pleasing about making fun of hipsters. I think that portion of my brain has grown since a recent party I went to..

I met a hipster who wouldn't stop criticizing me on literally EVERYTHING. At one point, he asked where I was from, and when I told him.. he said "Oh that's why you're like.. that, and you know.. I'm not". Since I knew absolutely no one at this party, I had to prevent myself from drop-kicking him in the face.. It was a hard task. BUT SERIOUSLY, after watching this video, I KID YOU NOT, I was like "Dude at that party said like 90% of these things!". Ugh, what a twat. "I'm so over everything". Forreal. Episode 2 is just as good. These guys got it bang on.




Enjoy!

SPLENDIFEROUS.

Hey ladies, this is what New York is going to be like.. all the colors of four loko.

CRACKIN EGGS LIKE WE CRACK SMOKE. SMOKE CRACK? NO. THAT'S BAD.

PRETTY FUCKING ACCURATE.

This is basically what happens. When my brother called me, we were both on four lokos, and our conversation went like this:

me: What?
him: Where are you?
me: Who is this?!
him: akjaa! it's your boorthguur!
me: THIS ISNT MY BROTHER! Let me fuckjin tawk to my fucking brother.
him: HAHAHAHA akjsfknaaa this is akaa your brother hahaha
me: HAHAHAA WHATASJF! ISSK ODKFHN IT?

Yeah it was just slurring.. and yelling.. and we would interrupt each other, by just talking louder over the other person. Not to mention cutting my leg up on a bush, some how attaining a bruise.. the list goes on. Four lokos is another level. Truth.

Thanks for this one, Janet.