So as you read earlier in the week i attempted Carrot Loaf this week.
I have to say, i was not impressed with the beginning stages.... the recipe referred to it as a batter, but it was really more of a dough, making it very difficult to incorporate the CARROT needed to make it a CARROT loaf. But a google search later, and some tap water and i got it batter-rific and added the carrot.
While i was impressed with my bravery to make something i'd never heard of, i have to say, i prefer Carrot Cake..
The only reason i made carrot loaf was because i don't have a cake pan... but i do have a loaf pan in which i make an AMAZING banana bread.
So my verdict is, like always why eat bread when you can have CAKE?? So if you have the proper pans i vote make a cake and ice it really thick, then invite me over. Thank you.
~M
am torn. On the one hand, she is gorgessity through and through and can wear a garbage bag and still look stunning…
but on the other hand…WWBWD?!
...would Blair Waldorf honestly approve?
how is this going to be written off in the script? In a jealous rage, Serena finally attacks and chops Blair bangs while she beauty sleeps? (because come on, even though she tries to pretend like she's the level-headed one, how can you NOT want to be Queen B? and own a Chuck Bass ...AND a Dorota! Blair Waldorf = best!)
That could be the only thing to serve as a legitimate explanation.
Here it is, kittens.
I have included below the first couple hundred bands in all their glory, bolded some more the Canadian bands, and italicized some random comments.
With band names like Acid Mothers Temple & The Melting Paraiso UFO, how can you NOT want to check out that madness that I'm sure will be?! US TBS gals are now collecting donations and/or houses and planes if anyone's up there willing to be our sugar erm...friends.
geez, more than half these bands I've never even heard of before. guess i have some serious homework to do. am off to read my hipster bible.
p.s. with all the Brooklyn bands this year, will the borough of New York be hipster-less that week?!
p.p.s. Tokyo and your band names, you own my heart!
Aa (Brooklyn NY)
Acid Mothers Temple & The Melting Paraiso UFO (Osaka JAPAN) ... the best! have never heard but automatic fan!
A Classic Education (Bologna ITALY)
Alpha Rev (Austin TX)
Amaral (Madrid SPAIN)
And So I Watch You From Afar (Belfast IRELAND)
Apostle of Hustle (Toronto ON)
Arms (Brooklyn NY)
Ólöf Arnalds (Reykjavik ICELAND)
Art vs Science (Surry Hills NSW)
A Shoreline Dream (Denver CO)
Nicole Atkins and The Black Sea (Asbury Park NJ)
Autumn Owls (Dublin IRELAND)
Bare Wires (Oakland CA)
Julian Berntzen (Bergen NORWAY)
Best Fwends (Austin TX) ...hehe! another awesome band name!
The Black (Austin TX)
The Black Atlantic (Groningen THE NETHERLANDS)
Dan Black (Paris FRANCE)
Black Tide (Miami FL)
Bliss N Eso (Albert Park VIC)
Boom Boom Satellites (JAPAN) ...seriously Japan, I love you!
The Boxer Rebellion (London UK-ENGLAND)
Break of Reality (New York NY)
B-Real of Cypress Hill (Los Angeles CA)
Broadway Calls (Rainer OR)
Broken Records (Edinburgh UK-SCOTLAND)
VV BROWN (London UK-ENGLAND)
The Brunettes (Auckland NEW ZEALAND)
Buckshot (Brooklyn NY)
Canja Rave (Porto Alegre BRAZIL)
Capsula (Bilbao SPAIN)
Carsick Cars (Beijing CHINA)
Caucus (Tokyo JAPAN)
The Chevelles (Melville WA)
Chew Lips (London UK-ENGLAND)
Suzanna Choffel (Austin TX)
Chris T-T (Brighton UK-ENGLAND)
C-Mon & Kypski (THE NETHERLANDS)
The Coathangers (Atlanta GA)
Simon Collins (Victoria BC)
The Constellations (Atlanta GA)
Contra Coup (Austin TX)
Cotton Jones (Cumberland MD)
The Crystal Method (Los Angeles CA)
David Dallas (Auckland NEW ZEALAND)
Dappled Cities (Sydney NSW)
Daveman (Berlin GERMANY)
The Daylights (Los Angeles CA)
The dB's (Chapel Hill NC)
Dead Sexy Inc (Paris FRANCE)
The Deaf (The Hague THE NETHERLANDS)
Deer Tick (Providence RI)
Delhi 2 Dublin (Vancouver BC)
Paul Dempsey (from "Something for Kate") (Melbourne NSW)
Diplomats of Solid Sound (Iowa City IA)
DJ Car Stereo (Wars) (Austin TX)
DJ Evil Dee (Brooklyn NY)
DJ Revolution (Los Angeles CA)
Daniel Francis Doyle (Austin TX)
Adiam Dymott (Goteborg SWEDEN)
The 88 (Los Angeles CA)
Electric Electric (Strasbourg FRANCE)
Val Emmich (Jersey City NJ)
Eternia (Toronto ON) ...who?! this sounds uncomfortably too much like they'd be friends with the band Supernal. my alarm bells are going off...
Everything Everything (Manchester UK-WALES)
Fanfarlo (London UK-ENGLAND)
Michael Feinberg (New York NY)
Fergus & Geronimo (Westway TX)
Fighting With Wire (Derry IRELAND)
FINALE (Detroit MI)
Floating Action (Asheville NC)
Francis (Borlange SWEDEN)
Robert Francis (Los Angeles CA)
Frightened Rabbit (Selkirk UK-SCOTLAND)
The Funeral Pyre (Los Angeles CA)
The Ganjas (Santiago CHILE)
Geeks (Tokyo JAPAN)
Gerald G (Austin TX)
Colin Gilmore (Austin TX)
Giulia y los Tellarini (Barcelona SPAIN)
Rosi Golan (New York NY)
Gong Myoung (Seoul KOREA)
Goober and the Peas (Detroit MI)
Good Shoes (London UK-ENGLAND)
Guitar Shorty (Harlingen TX)
Ha Ha Tonka (Springfield MO)
Halves (Dublin IRELAND)
Darren Hanlon (Sydney NSW)
Harlem (Austin TX)
Headdress (Austin TX)
Hey Colossus (London UK-ENGLAND)
Robyn Hitchcock (London CA)
Hot Panda (Edmonton AB)
The Hounds Below (Detroit MI)
I Fight Dragons (Chicago IL) ... ok band name cuteness!
The Intelligence (Seattle WA)
Ivan & Alyosha (Seattle WA)
Japandroids (Vancouver BC)
Jazz One (Austin TX)
Stephen Jerzak (La Crosse WI)
John Dear Mowing Club (Den Haag THE NETHERLANDS)
The Jim Jones Revue (London UK-ENGLAND)
Jookabox (Indianapolis IN)
Julia Says (Sao Paulo BRAZIL)
Karnivool (Perth WA)
Kartick & Gotam (Chennai INDIA)
Kidz In Space (Auckland NEW ZEALAND)
Kidz In The Hall (Chicago IL)
Kingston (Auckland NEW ZEALAND)
Maurice Kirya (Kampala ZIMBABWE)
The Kissaway Trail (Odense DENMARK)
L.A.B. (Novo Hamburgo BRAZIL)
The Law (Dundee UK-SCOTLAND)
Vander Lee (Belo Horizonte BRAZIL)
Unni Lovlid (Oslo NORWAY)
Lowood (Stockholm SWEDEN)
Audra Mae (Los Angeles CA)
Malente (Essen GERMANY)
Natalia Mallo (Sao Paulo BRAZIL)
Mantles (San Francisco CA)
Julia Marcell (Berlin GERMANY)
Marco Polo & Torae (Brooklyn NY)
Mariachi El Bronx (Los Angeles CA)
Carolyn Mark (Victoria BC)
Maruosa (Tokyo JAPAN)
MegaRex (Sao Paulo BRAZIL)
The Middle East (Townsville QLD)
Middle Finger Salute (Blackburn UK-ENGLAND)
Miniature Tigers (Phoenix AZ)
Mixtapes & Cellmates (Stockholm SWEDEN)
Monarchs (Austin TX)
Michael Monroe (Helsinki FINLAND)
PJ Morton (Conyers GA)
Mountain Man (Bennington VT)
Movits! (Lulea SWEDEN)
Moxine (Sao Paulo BRAZIL)
Mr Sicc (Auckland NEW ZEALAND)
Mumiy Troll (Los Angeles CA)
My Dad is Dead (Chapel Hill NC)
Nailpin (Boom BELGIUM)
Nakia & His Southern Cousins (Austin TX)
NiCad (Den Haag THE NETHERLANDS)
9th Wonder (Raleigh-Durham NC)
The Novas (Dallas TX)
Jackie Oates (Exeter UK-ENGLAND)
of Verona (Mandi Perkins) (Los Angeles CA)
One Night Only (Helmsley UK-ENGLAND)
1001 Nights Orchestra (Austin TX)
The Pack A.D. (Vancouver BC)
Paleo (Brooklyn NY)
Parlovr (Montreal QC)
Past Lives (Seattle WA)
The Peelies (Montreal QC)
Julie Peel (Montreal QC)
Peter Wolf Crier (Minneapolis MN)
Pink Nasty (Austin TX)
Pivot (UK) (UK-ENGLAND)
P.K. 14 (Beijing CHINA)
Plants and Animals (Montreal QC)
Please The Trees (Prague CZECH REPUBLIC)
Steve Poltz (San Diego CA)
Andy Pratt (Amesbury MA)
Sean Price (Brooklyn NY)
Princeton (Eagle Rock CA)
Profetas (COLOMBIA)
Psalm One (Chicago IL)
Quantic and his Combo Barbaro (Cali COLOMBIA)
Random Axe (Brooklyn NY)
Rebelle (Den Haag THE NETHERLANDS)
Red Mass (Montreal QC)
Tommy Reilly (Glasgow UK-SCOTLAND)
Riverboat Gamblers (Austin TX)
The River Raid (Recife BRAZIL)
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson (Brooklyn NY)
Brisa Roche (Paris FRANCE)
Rock of Heltah Skeltah (Brooklyn NY)
Rogues (London UK-ENGLAND)
Ruste Juxx (Brooklyn NY)
San Saba County (Austin TX)
Scanners (London UK-ENGLAND)
Kate Schutt (Guelph ON)
Serious Sam Barrett (Leeds UK-ENGLAND)
Shit And Shine (London UK-ENGLAND)
Sixteen Deluxe (Austin TX)
Skyzoo (Brooklyn NY)
Small Black (Brooklyn NY)
Smif N Wessun (Brooklyn NY)
Smoosh (Seattle WA)
So Cow (Tuam IRELAND)
Solid Gold (Minneapolis MN)
Soulico (Tel Aviv ISRAEL)
So What (The Hague THE NETHERLANDS)
The Spring Standards (New York NY)
Sabrina Starke (Amsterdam THE NETHERLANDS)
Steel Train (Teaneck NJ)
StereoHeroes (Les Gorguettes FRANCE)
Surrounded (Malmo SWEDEN)
Jesse Sykes and the Sweet Hereafter (Seattle WA)
M. Takara 3 (Guarulhos BRAZIL)
Team Facelift (New York NY)
Thunder Power (Omaha NE)
Timber Timbre (Toronto ON)
Todd (London UK-ENGLAND)
Marques Toliver (London UK-ENGLAND)
Toolshed (London ON)
Trembling Bells (Glasgow UK-SCOTLAND)
Trespassers William (Seattle WA)
Twin Atlantic (Glasgow UK-SCOTLAND)
Two Star Symphony (Houston TX)
Jonathan Tyler & the Northern Lights (Dallas TX) ... my heart stopped for a minute..as i thought i had read Jonathan TAYLOR...
The Uglysuit (Oklahoma City OK)
Uncle Lucius (Austin TX)
The View (Dundee UK-SCOTLAND)
Volovan (Monterrey MEXICO)
Waco Brothers (Chicago IL)
Miho Wada (Auckland NEW ZEALAND)
Warpaint (Los Angeles CA)
Wave Machines (Liverpool UK-ENGLAND)
The Wave Pictures (London UK-ENGLAND)
We Are Scientists (New York NY) ...the tbs ladies and I once had a band of similar name...but ours was We Are Scientologists ...and we played Christian Rock. I miss those days!
We Are Wolves (Montreal QC)
Withered (Atlanta GA)
Wolf Gang (London UK-ENGLAND)
Woot (The Haque THE NETHERLANDS)
XV (Wichita KS)
The Yellow Dogs (Tehran IRAN)
YellowFever (Austin TX)
Zlam Dunk (San Marcos TX)
Zona Tango (Buenos Aires ARGENTINA)
*Information subject to change*
for more info, check out the official sxsw site at: http://ow.ly/Fhy0
Is as a British Housewife.
Mostly just because i'm residing in England at the moment after the big lay-off of April 2009. In this role i've excelled at things like window cleaning, laundry, day-time tv and taking care of the kids - in our case, our pet rats Autumn and Cozy. I didn't start to embrace the dinner on the table at 6 PM thing until recently.
I've always believed i'm a terrible cook. Turns out, NOT TRUE! i'm a good cook if i have the time to do it, because i'm a SLOW cook. So i've decided i'm going to let y'all in on the good (read: easy) recipes that will wow your friends and family.
Today i'm making a carrot loaf with cream cheese icing (hopefully, if the ASDA has powdered sugar).
I'll post back later and let you know how it went!
wish me luck!
~M
If I had a nickel for every time I said “Well, that was less embarrassing than I thought it would be” or “..and no one got arrested!” or “Those jeans are so tight I can see your vagina” I’d have $3.45. Back in October of 2008, I preemptively apologized to the employees of Scotiabank Theatre for my crazy in relation to the first of the Twilight movies, based on the popular/cringe-worthy young adult series by Stephanie Meyer. At the time, I was pooping myself (and I don’t mean figuratively) with excitement over the release of Twilight. Because I thought/hoped/prayed it would be good. I needed it to be good. The people at Summit who made the trailer led me to believe it would be good. I now refer to those people as Master Bamboozlers and Grand Marshals of Emotional Fuckery.
As It turned out, we were running a little late so none of my predicted pre-movie crazy occurred. I hunkered down in my seat, in a warm cocoon of bourbon, movie nachos and a homemade Twilight-themed poncho.
I’m joking of course..about the bourbon. It was scotch. C’mon people, give me a little credit! This was the movies, not my niece’s baptism for pete’s sake!
The opening credits rolled. I held my breath in anticipation. Then I passed out a little. Then I regained consciousness, burped up my garlic pan bread from Jack Astor’s, and prepared myself for what was surely to be the BEST.MOVIE.EVER.
Then this happened. Oh, it was bad. So, so bad. And not in the ‘so bad it’s good’ way that Mandy Moore and Hilary Duff movies epitomize. It was actually bad. And unintentionally hilarious.
After seeing Twilight, I decided to read the second book in the series: New Moon. In my defense, I was pretty heavy into smack at that time, which may have led to my exceptionally poor decision making. And by smack, I’m referring of course to sour cherry blasters. Just to be clear.
After my eyes stopped bleeding from being raped by Stephanie Meyer’s horrible writing and blatant overuse of the words “sighed,” “mumbled,” and “ice-cold cock” (ok, that last one may be projecting a bit), I went into a self-imposed Twilight ban. I was done. No more Twilight-related anything for me (unless, they managed to produce Twilight-vodka or a Twilight rape whistle). Don’t get me wrong: I was hooked on the first book. It was totally readable in spite of the cheesy prose. New Moon, however, was almost unreadable.
My full-on Twi-ban lasted roughly 3 months.
One fateful night while I was in Vancouver visiting a friend, it happened. This happened. THE ENCOUNTER. I stood two feet from Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart in a restaurant. And Robert kinda talked to me, maybe? Or something? They were in town filming New Moon. So I have to see it. Because I am convinced that if Robert Pattinson looks a little less constipated this time around, it’s because he met me.
Since bonding for life with the new Moon cast (cough), I’ve prided myself on my ability to remain relatively unchanged by my encounter. I still put my leather chaps on one leg at a time like everyone else. Same old Blair. I guess if anything’s changed, it’s that I’m just a teeny, tiny bit better than everyone else. But I don’t let it effect me, because that would be straight up ignorant. And ignorant people give me the sads. Sometimes, when I get a little moist reminiscing about that night, I feel a little blue at the thought that we only had that brief time together. I placate myself with codeine and photo spreads of Robert and Kristen. Those two are in every freaking magazine. A few weeks ago the Vanity Fair cover shoot with Rob hit the stands. All the photos were leaked in advance on the inter-web (what, you call it the internet? amateur). The next day, Harper’s Bazaar leaked the photos from the Rob/Kristen cover shoot. So basically, I spent two days at work alternately gaping at the photos and drying off my underpants.
And now, it’s New Moon time.
So what will my New Moon movie experience consist of? First and foremost: nachos. I’m a nacho queen. I bathe in cheese sauce (great for the skin and, as it turns out, very helpful for removing lipstick stains from Edward Cullen action figures who look a little like Corey Feldman - just saying). There will be no cardboard cutouts. The New Moon book was the worst of the series (then again, that’s like comparing shit to diarrhea) and the film adaptation does not warrant cardboard cutouts. But by god, there will be adult diapers. And Valium. So, to the employees of Scotiabank Theatre – let’s just get through this together. With extra cheese, please.
Kisses.
XOXO
Blair
LINKS, dinks:
The ‘anticipation of Twilight movie’ post here: http://tigerbeatsocialites.vox.com/library/post/pooping-myself-for-bella-and-edward.html
Full Twilight movie review here: http://tigerbeatsocialites.vox.com/library/post/review-twilight.html
Full Twilight cast encounter in Vancouver post here: http://tigerbeatsocialites.vox.com/library/post/twilight-encounter-a-tale-of-intense-embarrassment-and-amazing-outfits.html
Discretion: had you read this blog a year ago (almost to the day!), you would have read this lovely sunshine and flowers and rainbows and kittens and pure awesomeness review of Matt Mays AND El Torpedos: http://tigerbeatsocialites.vox.com/library/post/this-one-time-in-tokyo.html . Fellow TBSers Blair wrote that particular review and I loved it and wholeheartedly agreed with it. But a LOT has happened over the past year. Namely, the selling my soul to the devil bit..that was pretty major, so reader beware: if you’re looking for a nice swoon-city review, you’ve come to the WRONG place. Ok here goes…eep!:
Confession: I have LOVED Matt Mays AND El Torpedos for years and years now. Years and years and years! And I will never forget the first time I ever saw them live just because it was pure magic; the eclectic and electric magnetism of the whole band was pure awesome to watch and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen every single Toronto concert ever..and don’t forget to insert random other cities into the equation. And to turn on the cheese some more, some of the best moments of my life have some sort of mm&et connection and while I could write a freakin’ Novel about these memories, I feel like I shouldn’t, because to borrow from the famous ‘Vegas’ slogan… well, you know…
Suffice to say, the band was probably my favourite ever and I feel like I have never seen them play a bad show. Never, you got that?
Never, that is, until this past weekend…
So let me start of my referencing this website: It's not the band I hate it's their fans.
The name just says it all doesn’t it? And while the blog has nothing to do with gawd-awful fans, I feel like there should be a blog specific to addressing that issue..and if there was, I feel like the Matt Mays crowd from this past weekend would be number one in the gawd-awful category!
Like seriously. I’d just like to know where more than HALF of them were bused from? A University of Rejects Fraternity?!
Between the disgustington who tried to get my attention by GRABBING me (pretty sure that’s called assault!) and calling me sweetness (VOMIT) and the aspiring ex-high school quarterback (now 50lbs heavier with a receding hairline) who PUMMELED half the crowd to get to the front, my desire to murder had never been this high.
But the fun did not stop there. I’m sure Matt totes enjoyed singing a solo song and having the douchers at the front yell “Bring back the banddddd!”
Really? Like shut the f*ck up a-holes and listen to the effin’ song!
I also liked the chant for “City of Lakes”, Matt’s single off his debut album, which is basically one of my favourites ever. But coming from a crowd of frat boys central, ones who I can GUARANTEE had NEVER heard of Matt until some dude with a half a brain decided to put on “Cocaine Cowgirl” while they got high, it almost made me go suicidal. And nothing has EVER made me go almost suicidal. Not even when Oprah announced the end to her show.
AND when Matt finally did sing City of Lakes, I really loved watching the girl in front of me jump her boyfriend and start molesting him. That was lovely. Thanks for that visual. *shudder*
Needless to say, I spent most of the show hiding in the back, trying to control my mounting anger and drinking loads to numb it down. But from what I did see of the show, there is no denying that Matt continues to be one of the most talented singer-songwriters this country has ever produced. Absolutely none. He has a beautiful voice, amazing lyrics and a charisma that, despite drawing d-bags, is attracting sold-out crowds. HOWEVER, there is a but in this equation… his new back-up band will never be the El Torpedos. They will never be Tim Jim on drums, Jarrett on guitar, Andy on bass, and Brad on organ and pedal steel. Insert a sh*tload of sad faces here.
And while I will forever and ever continue to love the crap out of his music, not sure if it’ll be worth it to jeopardize my sanity and put myself in a room with that particular crowd to watch a live show ever again. If I had feelings, I’d shed a tear.
ISN’T IT?!
If I were suicidal, I’d probs have slit my wrists by now. Luckily, I’m just a bit on the insane side.
You know, I anticipated something like this happening, but that was AFTER I had the chance to be a part of the live studio audience, perhaps while swooning over Simon Cowell? Or winning a bunch of cars? Watching Tom Cruise jump on couches? Or just sitting around and listening to some story about a random hoarder.
And which one of us doesn’t have daydreams every day of actually being ON the show. No seriously. It can’t be just me. As of late, mine usually involve being a fabulous stylist/designer and putting on a catwalk show on the Oprah Winfrey stage, while the cast of Gossip Girl aka the kids I style for on a regular basis model my clothes.
I really could care less how I get there! I just want to sit there, in the presence of the Mighty Opes!
And now, with this devastating announcement, everyone and Brad Pitt’s mother will be trying to get tickets to the last season ever!
So not fair, Opes. So not fair!
And let’s not get started about how this one time, I was close or the number of times I had called, was hung up on, wrote letters, was never responded to, had friends write letters..etc!
OPRAH, YOU ARE MAKING ME GO BANANAS! Don’t do this. Not now. Not actually ever!
Gawd, I hope this is one of those times, like in May of 2003, when rumours were going on that Oprah would retire and she surprised us all and basically saved the world by extending her contract!
Please Oprah. Do that one more time. Because who else am I gonna watch when I become a desperate housewife?!
And don’t tell me Tyra. My IQ drops enough watching her on Top Model and her actual show makes me want to gouge my eyes and ears out.
In the (quite opposite) words you made a guest (ex-prostitute) once utter and repeat: I AM broken, I AM broken, I AM broken…
As I beg you to re-consider your actions, which I bet will result in a LOAD of broken American dreams, I leave you with a fellow TBSers post, which Im regretfully starting to think might just be *tear* true…
http://tigerbeatsocialites.vox.com/library/post/this-just-in-oprah-has-no-heart.html
A few weeks ago I went to gig a few hours outside of London. I did the usual. Found a place to leave my coat where i know it wouldn't be stolen, then i sauntered up to the bar to grab a drink to occupy myself while my boyfriend left me alone to go for a smoke with the only other person i know in the bar - despite the dirty look i gave him. I ordered a pint of Carlsberg. As i wait for my pint i overheard two guys next to me talking about how they dislike girls who drink pints.... I'm not sure if i was what spurred to conversation or if it was just a lucky coincidence. My pint arrives, i turn towards the conversation and say, "yeah, girls who order pints aren't classy" ... slurp.
This isn't the first time i've been called out for drinking BEER. A few years ago at some fancy ass club on Queen St in Toronto this jerk off went off about the fact that me and my friends were drinking cans of $5 beer , instead of lady-like $9 cocktails in tiny glasses with skinny straws and herpes infected fruit rimming the glass.
I started drinking beer out of necessity. It is MUCH cheaper to buy a pint of beer at bar, than the same amount of a cocktail. To me it's more about QUANTITY rather than QUALITY when i'm at a divey bar or a place with a $20 cover and a security guard at the door that makes me throw away my purse booze. I don't drink beer because i like the taste - although i honestly don't mind the taste now that i've acquired it - i drink it usually to keep my hands busy and get a cheap buzz with little to no hangover the next morning. To get that same buzz - with a hangover - would cost at least one and half times more... so what's the point?
But when i can, i do enjoy a good bathroom mixed cocktail with booze straight out of an old water bottle from my purse. Purse Booze it's called. You buy one drink at the bar, and you top it off with straight booze from your purse. Later in the night when the ice cubes have melted you get a soda water at the bar (or your mix of choice) make room in the glass by having a few sips and top it off with the remainder of your purse booze. The whole night you have spent less than a tenner including tip and you are HAMMERED.
So if you catch me on a night when i'm drinking beer, it's part of plan so bugger off and drown in your pints of Blue. I may be holding a pint of beer in my carefully manicured hand but i'm still too classy to talk to guys who think less about a girl depending on her drink choice.
Bottoms Up!
~M
Ladies, your chances of meeting, dating and marrying a Followill are narrowing. The drummer from Kings of Leon, Nathan Followill married his girlfriend Jessie Baylin on Saturday evening in Brentwood, Tennessee.
Sounds like it was a lovely outdoor ceremony, lovely enough for Scarlet Johansson to show up - she went to high school with the bride... hmm. I should have definitely gone to a different high school. No one from my high school is married to anyone famous!
Boo.
Congrats to the happy couple.
xo
M
According to the National Post, the Ontario government has introduced legislation which will limit who can serve jury duty.Peeps who have previously been convicted of offences such a shoplifting and mischief will no longer be eligible to serve.
Um...so you’re telling me if I finally steal that coveted Gucci handbag I’ve been saving up for months and worse case scenario, get caught, I will no longer have to dread sitting through some trial, deciding the fate of some person I have no emotional ties to all the while losing out on my salary and instead making a measly $5 a day?!
Sign.me.up.
On second thought, do you think if I turn myself in to the police station now, they will totally give me a conviction for that pair of JuJubes I stole while grocery shopping with my parents back when I was seven? Please?!
