Because I was home recently and my mother sends me large packs of magazines I now think only in thought processes directly related to the Harpers Index and their back page.
Thus the following is my new blog style until further notice:
There are a lot of drugs in the entertainment industry.
And I hear Kid Cudi an awful lot.
Kanye West’s “Amazing” is the official song of the NBA.
Life is better with hot tubs.
Beware of women with high alcohol tolerance.
Two Things I learned while transient for five days in between moving apartments:
The most important asset of a home is laundry. Never underestimate the number of hotel room keys you need. Stealing replacements for used hotel bar items from hard partying neighbors isn’t necessarily bad etiquette under the following scenarios: 1. Said neightbor just got off a season of Celebrity Rehab. 2. Said neighbor used your mini bar item in the first place.
If I ever have an ownership stake in an affluent hotel, I’m requiring they institute the continental breakfast.
The reason the Valley Ho is the best hotel in Scottsdale is because you get the New York Times every day, including Sundays. I’m moving a few blocks down so I can steal one every day on a morning run until they persecute me. By the time they find out about me I should be back in sprinting shape. At what price liberal news?
Hot Revolver is Lil Wayne’s best song.
Drake is an ugly ugly man.
Eminem lipsynced his Jimmy Kimmel performance. Which raises a lot of questions.
Lady Gaga is sooooo much more better suited for pop superstardom than Britney Spears.
People have kept a lot of songs I’ve given them on burnt cds over the years and when they reappear I feel warm and fuzz.
I only like girls who listen to Explosions in the Sky.
The same black people that we’re uncomfortable when white kids started liking rap and now far more uncomfortable when people like me tell them we don’t listen to any rap at all anymore.
