Hot Ass Dimples

Hot lil as dimples are like, the new thing. Some call them back dimples, some call them Dimples of Venus, but whatevs, I was into them way before they were cool. The best belong to swimmers and dancers. For some reason it helps if a girl is a slut too...

These are my ass dimples (well, not mine, but you get the idea). Things about this that scream white trash? First, that homo Too $hort ice swinging... that's a biggie. The garish tattoo wrapped around her waist (it says "Faith." very...umm... spiritual?). Beer pong is a red flag, and that it's with heineken caps instead of pingpong balls doesn't help. She's like the chick version of Volcek, but with those sexy lil bumps... yeah.

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Goodnight Marissa. I Love you!

This picture makes me very sad. But Marissa has broken my heart.

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The Things She Does To Please

Goddamnit I love youtube. Nico and her boys singing Femme Fatale.

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Maybe I'm Amazed...

This photo almost makes me cry. It's the end of an era... but like any relationship, the love was lost a long time ago. I don't know how to feel about it. I feel old more than anything. I feel like time is passing faster and faster. I remember sitting, with skepticism, on my bed to watch the very first episode of The OC on August fifth, 2003 - having seen previews describing a place, "like no place you've ever been," and punctuated with Luke Ward's "Welcome to the OC bitch!" I can see the light in my room, i can see the episode as if it was playing right now before me - Ryan walking out to the curb to meet Marissa for the first time. When the part of Marissa Cooper was cast, she was described as "heartbreakingly beautiful..." and I can't think of a better way to describe Mischa! I fell in love. The show became something much more for me, not because of what it was, but because of what it meant to me and because of a very special girl whom i will always associate with the show. It was a beautiful, amazing thing throughout the first season... and it's only fitting that the last episode played the last day i spent with this girl before everything changed.

Graduation in The OC is going to be a strange, emotional thing - the show began at the same time school would have if i hadn't graduated, so in many ways it was a continuation for me - i was able to live vicariously through the show's characters the life that I always wanted - beautiful people, idyllic beach setting, comfortable affluence, a girl who is heartbreakingly beautiful... Everything I've always wanted, and everything I've never had. It allowed me to suspend reality indefinitely - i didn't have to face responsibility, getting older, moving on, or anything else in the real world because I could always get lost in / find comfort in The OC. I know it seems silly to invest so much in a television show, but it will never be just a television show to me. I'm not sure what to expect Thursday, but I think this feeling i have, this connection is through. I've been pressing the snooze button on the alarm that is life for too long - always trying to capture another fragment of a dream, another seven minutes of fantasy. Fuck it, I gotta get up.

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This Isn't Where I Parked My Car!

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Just for Cynthia

Luv U babe!

 

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Today is the greatest...

This morning I was up early enough to catch a lil bit of the TODAY show. Congrats again to Katie for scoring that brass ring at CBS. I know we can count on her to ask the tough questions... like, "What was it like making out with Jack Nicholson? He's a hunk!" and, "That's delicious Al! I think i got a hint of taragon - is it sprinkled?" But Lilo was on with Matt - such a doll. When he asked her about substance abuse she just kinda did the plastic thing like she was too cool for the question, but then colourized her eating disorder as a a great lesson for young girls - that she's did teenage girls around the world a favor by blowing more lines than Andy Dick (and probably more cock too!) and getting on the Degrassi diet! A saint, truly a saint! I love Paris because she's confident in her luscious ways... Lilo lives the whitetrash millionaire lifestyle apologetically - which is a complete betrayal of the glam / ROCKSTAR lifestyle! Fuck a role model, but more importantly fuck a self-important bitch who thinks that by interminably hemorrhaging cum and vodka from every orifice she's giving a special gift to young girls! It doesn't count as a cautionary tale when you're creating the life every girl dreams of, going home with the cock de jour in a $200,000 Brabus! I'm sorry but I'm very protective of lil girls!

Kids are smarter than we are - they know that deep throating a bottle of 100 proof is a bad idea, they don't need to see a frumpy freckled slore's morning after pictures to figure it out! They're able to do lunch without having to heat up their spoon over torch first! Anorexia is not like AIDS, you can't get it from a toliet seat or from your gay father! You get it from your bitchy friends who are jealous that you've got boobs and from their chubby moms who spend more time at Godiva Chocolatier than at GOLDS GYM so they live the life they never had by starving their sweet lil girls. No, Nicole Richie did not give you anorexia, and no, Mischa did not make you toss your cookies during recess, but your bitchy friends and shithead mother did, and they used the 'tantes' magazine covers as ammo against you... oh, and maybe Lindsay too (Sorry guys! K, love ya, bye!). God! It's just so selfish! As if it weren't self-indulgent enough to ride a tiny dominican boy in a shower of Cristal and cocaine as he simultaneously chokes you with silky panties and smashes a syringe of tar into your thigh... but to elevate your actions and pretend like they're helpful to someone else... Ish don't think so! Sorry... random complaint... I'm looking at the hottest girl I've ever seen standing behind the second hottest girl I've ever seen. one is a Venezuelan version of Petra Nemcova, the other is holding a XXI Forever bag and flashing her fuschia bra.... Jesus.

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Because I Like Black & White

Yeah. I hate photos of sunsets. a lot. But sometimes If you're in the right place at the right time in Echo Park, Los Angeles looks a lot like Jurassic Park.

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