Musings

Despite all of my efforts, for some reason people still want to be my friend. This efforts include, but make no mistake, are in no way limited to: cats, my sense of superiority, quoting rap lyrics, dancing like an asshole, correcting people's grammar, and generally taking nothing seriously.

dailyseinfeld:

BILL: Well, if the big man wants a new scoreboard, I don’t wanna be the one to tell him no.
REILLY: No-one in the park is gonna be able to see it from there.
GEORGE: (through a mouthful of shrimp) Well, why don’t we just put a monitor in his skybox?
REILLY: Hey George, the ocean called. They’re running outta shrimp.

(via  The Comeback)

The jerkstore called, they’re running out of you.

(via dailyseinfeld)

dailyseinfeld:

Elaine: I am not calling Puddy. What did I do with my gloves? Oh, I bet I left them                over at Puddy’s. I should call him. I need those gloves. No,                I better not. I’ll call. (looks at table) Oh, look at that!                There are the gloves. I was just about to call. There they are.                That’s funny. That’s really funny. That’s really                really funny. You know who loves funny stories, David Puddy. (Picks                up phone).
(via The Voice)

dailyseinfeld:

Elaine: I am not calling Puddy. What did I do with my gloves? Oh, I bet I left them over at Puddy’s. I should call him. I need those gloves. No, I better not. I’ll call. (looks at table) Oh, look at that! There are the gloves. I was just about to call. There they are. That’s funny. That’s really funny. That’s really really funny. You know who loves funny stories, David Puddy. (Picks up phone).

(via The Voice)

(via dailyseinfeld)

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—Sisters

bohemea:

White Christmas - Sisters

Allison and I would sing this together all the time at Elaine’s insistence since she and her sorority sisters did a performance of it in college. 

Come to think of it, I sing this song with a lot of people, and I usually turn it into a jazzy, burlesque-type version, unintentionally. 

(via suicideblonde)

thebluthcompany:

This is what I’m talking about, Michael. Now that your father has deserted us, Buster has become impossible to control. Suddenly he’s too much of a big-shot to brush mother’s hair.

Yeah, like anyone would want to “R” her.

peril:

Self-portrait (ca. 1818), Musée des Beaux-Arts d’Orléans | artwork by Léon Cogniet

My Boyfriend

peril:

Self-portrait (ca. 1818), Musée des Beaux-Arts d’Orléans | artwork by Léon Cogniet

My Boyfriend

Christina Aguilera Loves Her Latina Curves

twism:

Christina Aguilera wants everyone to know that she is proud of her body. A source told Radar that Christina thinks it’s perfectly normal to be a Latina woman with curves. That same friend went on to say that Christina wants to set an example for everyone to embrace their body type, adding that she will continue to wear revealing dresses. Frankly, I find it weird that Christina’s suddenly pulling out the Latina card, but good on the lady for loving her body!

A fair-weather latina is the best kind of latina.

How long until they stop feeling it necessary to comment on her “newly-svelte” figure? What is the timeframe for this? The same goes for Kelly Osbourne and somewhat for Kirstie Alley - although in her case her ever-changing figure is always a surprise when new photos pop up.
I’m surprised that any new pictures of Chaz Bono do not begin with “The newly-male star…”

How long until they stop feeling it necessary to comment on her “newly-svelte” figure? What is the timeframe for this? The same goes for Kelly Osbourne and somewhat for Kirstie Alley - although in her case her ever-changing figure is always a surprise when new photos pop up.

I’m surprised that any new pictures of Chaz Bono do not begin with “The newly-male star…”

I think I sunburnt my eyes

because I thought it would be better to tan myself whilst watching “Heart of Darkness” using my dead gay uncle’s Sun Valley tanning lamp from the late 1960s than to be pale like a normal WASP.

peril:

The Knight of Flowers (1894) Musée d’Orsay, Paris | artwork by Georges Rochegrosse

I could kill myself that I never visited Musée d’Orsay when I was living in the ‘Ris. To my credit the lines were really long and Kathy and I were hungry. And wanted to go shopping. 

peril:

The Knight of Flowers (1894) Musée d’Orsay, Paris | artwork by Georges Rochegrosse

I could kill myself that I never visited Musée d’Orsay when I was living in the ‘Ris. To my credit the lines were really long and Kathy and I were hungry. And wanted to go shopping.