Sorry, ladies. Perhaps we can work out a rental agreement from time to time.
August 2011
Like I’ll throw some kind of jinx on it. Or it’s beginner’s luck. But I have been SO busy and a lot of my clients are following me, I’m retailing like crazy and pre-booking a ton. It’s like night and day. Every single step of this has proved to be that I made the right decision and I am positively giddy about it. And I feel like my work has improved as a result of being in a better salon situation. Hooray for moving on to better things when it needs to happen!
July 2011
“Come As You Are” | Project Runway | TV Club | TV | The A.V. Club
(1) These RUNWAY recaps are going to be a national treasure, I can tell. (2) Calling Michael Kors “a braying tangerine” is a snap 100% on par with his epic “Flintstones disco pouch” burn this week. WELL PLAYED.
(via dyfl)I’m giving this 2 snaps up in a z formation!
- splitsecondfeeling:
- i mean seriously. isn't the gay world supposed to be about tolerance and inclusivity?
- not about cliques and exclusivity?
- me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
- dead
I’m sorry you weren’t born an ocelot, but you’re a human being SO GET THE FUCK OVER IT, YOU MISERABLE DICKBALL.
Containe - “Why, Why, Why?”
Containe was one of two different bands fronted by Fontaine Toups, bassist and co-vocalist of criminally underrated indie band Versus. She co-fronted Containe with Connie Lovatt and they made this semi-winsome, semi-sarcastic, indie pop with a very bedroom/DIY recording feel to it. They put out one EP and one full-length that tended to get a little lost in some overly atmospheric stuff but generally contained a lot of indie pop gems. Fontaine always radiated a bit of slouchy, casual cool, like a less scruffy Kim Deal, and I always felt like a super geek when I would go to this great little Spanish food place she waited tables at because she was a star to me.
I would love, love, love, love to hang out with you in person sometime because I know we would tear shit up and laugh our butts off and everyone around would be so. sick. of. comic book talk and the uncontainable faggotry of our conversation. I also admire you for moving and pursuing the life you want and doing your thang no matter what. Oh, and I have such major apartment envy, you don’t even know. We need to gchat again sometime soon!
But I suddenly blanked out on your real life name and almost shouted your username across the street which would have actually been hilarious. I don’t know much about you beyond you have a rad tumblr and your dog is so cute I want to put its little head in my mouth and you’ve got some style goin’ for sure.
I know you like beer and you come from a land with a better Top Model than the U.S. and I’d probably wanna hang out with you and get to know you more due to the aforementioned mystique. And I’d probably annoy you by saying how much I like your accent and I’d want you to help me to pronounce “no” the way the girls on AusNTM do. :-)
Like even though I’m not a hardcore fan I love that you’re into it because so many people just assume all gay guys only want to listen to Kylie and Gaga and would die if they heard a song with an electric guitar in it. I think you and your partner are adorbs and I don’t know why either one of you would be at all hesitant or scared to hang out with me if you came to town. I am a total pussycat.
Ugh.