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Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:56:05 -0500

“Start with the distilling expertise and heritage...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 20:42:33 -0500

“Start with the distilling expertise and heritage of William Grant (one of the few family owned independent distillers in Scotland) and wonderfully pure Scottish water. This will ensure that the resulting product has bags of prized authenticity, important to any successful brand and essential to spirits.

And then turn everything else you belive to be right and proper about gin on its head.

Don’t bother joining the whittering match about juniper berries (every Tom, Dick and Gordon has those) but bung in cucumber and rose petals. Bonkers ingredients they may be but they are also highly evocative of English summer afternoons spent reading slim volumes of poetry and playing croquet in the grounds of your uncle’s drafty country pile. This will reinforce refreshment cues and give you a distinctive way to serve the drink - over ice with tonic and slice of cucumber rather than lemon.”

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Mon, 23 Nov 2009 14:36:57 -0500

H8.

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 06:48:25 -0500

Omar: People DO read my blog, asshole.
Stephen: WOAH.
Stephen: THEY SHOULD MAKE A SHRINE FOR YOU.
Stephen: OR BUILD SOMETHING AT A PLACE.
Stephen: OR MAKE A T.V. SHOW.
Stephen: OR MAKE A STRAIGHT TO DVD MOVIE.

"Bros? Yall there or what?"

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 06:04:59 -0500

“Bros? Yall there or what?”

- Panda Bear (via hipsterrunoff)

A Story About My Bros.

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 05:58:00 -0500

It seems like as a ghey, you’re only allowed to have two kinds of bros: (a) the straight bro, who you are undoubtedly and relentlessly trying to “turn” and, (b) the gay bro who you’re fucking and/or in love with. Actually, the idea of having “bros” as a ghey is pretty unorthodox itself; we don’t have bros, we have “girlfriendz” or shopping buddies or fuck buddies or something else that is constructed to make everyone believe that we’re all as vapid and shallow as Will & Grace wanted you to believe.

(Note: I am vapid and shallow, but that’s my mother’s fault for giving me everything I ever asked for.)

Now, I say all of this because I have bros. I have many bros, we drink beer and do the things that bros do. Bros bros bros.

Like Stephen. Everyone thinks we’re fucking, nevermind the fact that he’s straight and madly in love with the most perfect girl in the world. Apparently, I’m not allowed to have a best friend with a dick unless said appendage is being used constantly for dirty, naughty things. I’m too young for that whole “When Harry Met Sally” thing, but I remember something about sex getting in the way of friends? Bullshit. Sex is the last thing I’d want to talk about with Stephen. Or do.

And Brian. We all know I love him, most of you also seem to think we’re doing it and what not. In theory there’s no reason not to do it with Brian because we’d probably have that legendary type of sex, but he’s Brian. And we all know that he’s super sexy, but he’s Brian. And he’s smart and pretty much a perfect human specimen, but he’s Brian. And that’s the point.

I don’t want Stephen to be gay. I don’t want to marry Brian. What I want is someone to drive to Taco Bell with late at night after too much gin. I want someone to text when I see a hot waiter and sneak a picture in between ordering. I don’t want to as they say, “eat where I shit.” (In retrospect that metaphor was poor word choice in the context of sex, but it stays.) I don’t want to date my bros, or make out with them or do them. No, thank you.

I have Eric. He’s not my bro. He’s my boy. There’s a difference. That’s not to say that I don’t want to do bro-ctivities with him, or that I’m closer with my bros than with the boyfriend, but it’s an entirely different quadrant. Bros are bros and hoes are hoes. He’s different because I do actually want to get him naked/buy him a house/make babies/go to Paris together, as well as the obligatory beer drinking and online shopping “trips.”

The point is this: It’s almost 6 AM and I haven’t slept. I’m thinking about the people in my life, and I’m glad to have my bros. Now I’m going to go listen to Panda Bear and read Chapter 9.

The AMAs Were Like A Queef.

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 22:59:16 -0500

Unbearable and disgusting and inescapable.

Ginger.

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 20:23:15 -0500

Ginger.

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Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:46:30 -0500

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Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:29:17 -0500

"h8ers can suk mah dong."

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:59:00 -0500

“h8ers can suk mah dong.”

- Yes.

Chasing Liberty > My Date With the President's Daughter > First Daughter

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:41:56 -0500

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Science.

Eric: crush seriously reminds me of when everything was good and...

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:40:58 -0500

Eric: crush seriously reminds me of when everything was good and fun
Omar: b4 we got s0 old
Omar: ooooohhhhh ohhhhh yeah yeah yeahhhh
Omar: ooohhh oohhhhhhh

Madeline, I see your “Candy” and raise you an...

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:36:00 -0500

Madeline,

I see your “Candy” and raise you an “Only Hope.”

Love,
Omar

♥♥♥

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:32:03 -0500

♥♥♥

justkevin: John Fitzgerald Kennedy May 29th, 1917 - November...

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 14:28:13 -0500

justkevin:

John Fitzgerald Kennedy

May 29th, 1917 - November 22nd, 1963

Brandon,

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 14:17:16 -0500

I know I called you last night. I know we talked. I have absolutely no idea what I said, I can only assume it was inappropriate and embarrassing for me but highly enjoyable for you. Blame the bartender who made me extra strong drinks (I think he wanted in my pants and he thought that I’d get so drunk that I’d look past his bald, middle aged exterior) and then blame yourself for giving me your phone number.

Love always,
Omar

Before I got drunk and sloppy I do believe I was wearing some...

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 14:12:07 -0500

Before I got drunk and sloppy I do believe I was wearing some nice fashions. And my hair looked pretty good. And I wasn’t stumbling everywhere.

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Sat, 21 Nov 2009 14:06:15 -0500

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WINNER.

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 13:59:23 -0500

WINNER.