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My life is pure chaos, I try to stave the chaos off as much as possible.
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Even in your company, I feel so alone.
It’s ok to admit it. This is totally your jam.
I actually kind of enjoy the song, even the corny sing along part the end. But watching the actual video Timberlake comes across as a little boy who doesn’t know what to do with all the raw (or maybe hoochie) sexual energy coming from his (many) co-stars. It’s as though he never really touched a woman sensuously.
My research has resulted in this map.
Similar to how I see the world, just with different categories. Mine are more about museums and sushi.
After boarding my JetBlue flight from San Juan to New York today, I managed to record the pilot’s announcement of the kneejerk new TSA regulations affecting us as a result of the amateur terrorist job on Xmas.
My understanding is the TSA actually makes us less safe by incompetently doing a worse job than private firms would do. I recall enjoying this article in The Atlantic two years ago about “security theater”, ie, the impression of security via goofy rituals that do nothing to improve actual security. In fact, the article alleges, two things have improved security since 9/11:
“…the reinforcement of cockpit doors, and the fact that passengers know now to resist hijackers.”(The latter was demonstrated on Xmas when a passenger counterattacked the terrorist)
I was also pissed that we couldn’t watch TV on our flight. And if I were JetBlue, I’d be pissed that one of my company’s distinguishing features was now indefinitely banned.
Love this song. Not ashamed.
George Michael - I want your sex.
rumor has it is Orgasm Day today.I am 3 steps ahead of you.
I’m on step 3 out of 16.
I take pleasing myself very seriously.
No, you shouldn’t have guilty pleasures. If something makes you happy, own that shit.
Ding ding ding.
But that’s just it, right? People claim guilty pleasures because they want to maintain the pretense of having good taste while downloading Gettin’ Jiggy With It.
Cut to Chuck Klosterman in Esquire:
“People who use this term are usually talking about why they like Joan of Arcadia, or the music of Nelly, or Patrick Swayze’s Road House. This troubles me for two reasons: Labeling things like Patrick Swayze movies a guilty pleasure implies that a) people should feel bad for liking things they sincerely enjoy, and b) if these same people were not somehow coerced into watching Road House every time it’s on TBS, they’d probably be reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.”
This 1 is my fave: http://tinyurl.com/yc4entv & this looks like human skin:http://tinyurl.com/y9sqe9r
