So, meanwhile, a BigBang fug analysis.

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They're wearing- wait, what is it they're wearing exactly? Are my eyes deceiving me? Are those velvet tracksuits that I spy? I- no. No, really, I can't ( Read more... )

Shit makes my hands tremble. No really. I look like a starved junkie. Also I did like twenty jumpy jacks while shrieking Moves Like Jagger (anyone sensing a pattern here?) to relieve some of the energy I had stocked up.


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Another fashion post, sorry I'm being so obnoxious, but I thought this deserved some attention.

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Hi!
Slowly recovering from this Saturday's terrible slumber party. (No really. Terrible. Went to sleep at five thirty in the morning, drunk and high. But mostly just tired.)
go_to_the_woods   maknae wants me to put together a huge Youtube video spam, because she missed a lot of the recent e-drama. So, here, maknae, hope you like my selection:

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 The Glee kids have no parents.

trufax.
when i was in highschool, i knew there were at least two people coming to my (catastrophic) (unmentionable) (shameful) shows. my parents. duh. 
apparently, though, the people who have legal responsibility over rachel, finn and the others don't give a crap. damn, dudes, that's hard.

that, or they've mysteriously ( Read more... )

 Annyeong!

Mm, that sugary brown thing is goddam good, and the best part is, it's not even chocolate. Sometimes there are things that make me a bit in love with my childhood; it's often my Grand-mother's fault. Chestnut Spread is made with vanilla and some bit of hot Willy Wonka genius, I'm sure of it. Except in this case Willy is a chestnut boy ( Read more... )