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Tuesday, December 15
LET'S LOL, GUYZ
Jeffrey Ross is a guy who I'd avoid being around. He's "on" all the time. Just thinking about combating at the word with him just gives me chills. While this is a really tame (though still very funny) clip of his brand, I get nervous watching this and want to leave my room just in case he looks through my monitor and says, "Hey, cool guy, where's your boyfriend? I wouldn't call him right now since he probably has Harry Knowles's dick in his mouth." I just burned myself.
I'll just shut up -- watch:
Hey, stop posting shit on the internet without talking about it. Oh, wow, a picture of a guy in acid washed jean shorts, wow, thanks, um, WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME?
Dear Indie Bands Who've Recently Broken Up Only To Recently Reunite Once Again,
Why? Couldn't saying, "We're gonna take a break" be enough? What did you expect, pomp, circumstance and an accompanying public hand job? You know who you are, and 2009 was, like, diseased with you guys. You're like those assholes on message boards who, after, like, 19,525 posts say something like, "I'M LEAVING GUYS............." only to come back two days later because you said you couldn't see your day without "the community." Shut up and leave whatever legacy you had behind and move on, or simply take a goddamn break. It exhibits a lack of character and an inability to move on with your personal and, more noticeably, creative life.
GODDAMNIT IT'S SO HARD NOT TO USE THE F-WORD.
I wonder if Nick Cannon ever gets mistakenly called Chris Brown on the street.