Top that!

It’s days like these that unabashedly souligner my censored reasoning and my true hyperbolic nature. I possess the awkwardness of a pimply, “Teen Witch” loving twelve-year-old. For those who are unfamiliar with the masterpiece “Teen Witch,” I say this: you have not LIVED! ! I implore every man, woman and child to watch this visually stunning cinematic classic. Yes, wipe away the white crusty residue on that Proactive bottle because it will get wild.

Behold! Perrrrfection!!

Zachary Quinto is the owner of some magnificently prominent eyebrows. Those beautifully arched caterpillars are fantastically full. Worship them!

New York City, where dreams go to get roughed up a little bit

Imma keep this short since I’ve got some bizzzzness to take care of.

I knew New York and myself were an amiable match when walking along 6th Ave I heard an enthusiastic street performer singing an oddly upbeat rendition of Lionel Richie’s “Hello” with the help of a portable karaoke machine. Such fortune befell me to pass by just in time to feel the profundity radiating from this gifted, and possibly homeless, man. As he sang, “But let me start by saying… I love youuuu” and extended his arms to the only passerby (me.), I could feel the unhygienic love coming my way. SWOOOOONNNNN!