It All Happened in a Ford Winstar - The Holy Mess
August 2011
July 2011
The Ink Spots - I Don’t Want to Set The World on Fire
I hope nobody thinks I’m weird for being absolutely obsessed with the soundtrack of Fallout 3. Because I am and I won’t apologize for it.
no those are gone.
Against Me! - “Pints of Guinness Make You Strong”.
Ceremony - Sick
amy winehouse - tears dry on their own
I saw one of my best friends lying dead in a casket yesterday. I really do hate funerals, viewings and the whole process of mourning. When I die, just put me in a cardboard box and leave me in the woods.
The Dream Left Behind-Graf Orlock
bad idea.
surf nazis must die - i’m not anti-girls, girls are anti-me
$120 ticket if you’re caught texting without looking where you’re walking, riding your bike on a sidewalk, or “not respecting the bike lane” in your car.
[via Gawker]
This is only being done to raise revenues for the city, anyone who lives here knows that the Municipal Government doesn’t give two fucks about pedestrians, or cyclists.
Fuck City Hall
A.B.C.A.B
Hank Williams III - Pills I Took
tom waits - clap hands
sane, sane they’re all insane
the fireman’s blind, the conductors lame
a cincinatti jacket and a sad luck dame
hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
clap hands
A Spanish mother has taken revenge on the man who raped her 13-year-old daughter at knifepoint by dousing him in petrol and setting him alight. He died of his injuries in hospital on Friday.
Antonio Cosme Velasco Soriano, 69, had been sent to jail for nine years in 1998, but was let out on a three-day pass and returned to his home town of Benejúzar, 30 miles south of Alicante, on the Costa Blanca.
While there, he passed his victim’s mother in the street and allegedly taunted her about the attack. He is said to have called out “How’s your daughter?”, before heading into a crowded bar.
Shortly after, the woman walked into the bar, poured a bottle of petrol over Soriano and lit a match. She watched as the flames engulfed him, before walking out…
Today someone tried to kill me. I was riding my bike to my realty office to pay rent a half month late. I kept pace with traffic but had some asshole in a BMW behind me for two blocks. He was repeatedly honking his horn and yelling for me to “get the fuck off of the road.” I crossed the 9th street light and heard him roar his engine behind me. Drivers do this all the time in Philly to scare cyclists off of the road. I ignored it until I felt my back wheel start to slide and the next thing I know my leg is caught in between my frame and a tacoed wheel. I can’t breathe and I’m moaning on the street bleeding out of my knees, elbows and side. Fortunately my accident blocked traffic and prevented this guy from driving away. The police took his information and explained to me they would take my bike to the precinct. I was put in an ambulance and taken to the hospital. Upon leaving the hospital I called the police to find out about retrieving my bike. They so kindly informed me that they didn’t pick it up but moved it to the side of the street and left it. I am bikeless, bruised, bloody and furious.
What’s a couple more?
Otis Redding - That’s How Strong My Love Is