This is where I tell you things and you say "Hmm, I would not have guessed that about her."
my brain spilled on this page today
Countdown to husband yelling at me for sending pictures to him while he is eating dinner with a colleague
In 3…2…1…
I’m upset because I had a bunch of pics I wanted to take but the camera on my phone isn’t working.
So I ate a pint of chocolate peanut butter Haagen Dazs.
Sometimes I eat my feelings.
It has become impossible for me to say the word “chowder” in a normal tone.
I am forced to yell it. Even repeat it after someone else says it. But I always say it with the overexaggerated Boston accent.
CHOWDA!!!
When I talk about recreating the spirit of that world, the music is as important as the dialogue and the behavior. From 1947 on, music scored what was happening in the streets, the back rooms. And it affected, sometimes, the behavior of the people, because this music was playing in the streets. Jukeboxes were brought out during the summer. Windows were open, and you could hear what everybody else was listening to. It expresses the excitement of the time. Simply, it’s the way I saw life. The way I experienced life. - Martin Scorsese.
(Source: jimmyconways, via thatonerecordstoreguy)
latenightinthehood:
abandonedography:
9 of the Most Fascinating Abandoned Mansions from Around the World
9 places I want to break into and explore/photograph
9 places I want to get lost in
balitosisx replied to your post: Someone needs to be in charge of my television show choices
Wait. Was that an Eddie Murphy, Delirious reference at the end of that post? If so, you should start stalking me again.
Yes. Yes on both counts. *looks for night vision binoculars*
futurelotterywinner replied to your post: futurelotterywinner replied to your post: You look…
Hmmmmmmm, so so confused. I still want your autograph
Ok. Send me a self-addressed envelope and $50.
