A demo snippet of the new single “Get Sexy.”
By the way, this is a new tune by the Sugababes.
A demo snippet of the new single “Get Sexy.”
By the way, this is a new tune by the Sugababes.
So my luggage showed up on my front door about 4 days after I did. Yes, I still went shopping for new clothes on Northwest’s dime.
I hate flying. From now, I’m only going to hitch rides on poultry trucks or whatever it is people did before the time of inept air carriers.
In other news, I’m due in India for a dear cousin’s wedding sometime in December. Yes, I don’t know what I’ll do either. Adventures!

via thisiswhyyourefat:
The Pursuit Of Awesomeness Ice Cream Sandwich
Vanilla ice cream with raspberries and blueberries between two chocolate brownies.
Happy 4th!
For the past couple days, I’ve been having a torrid affair with this song by some Toronto-based singer named Anjulie who we’ll be comparing to Nelly Furtado and Lily Allen and hopefully not Katy Perry, but maybe her too. This is the Greg Kurstin remix of said song, which we can call “Boom.”

Airport follies, continued: So I made the mistake of packing such luxuries as deodorant, aftershave, toothpaste, and one of those things where you push a button and it trims away your fashionable terrorist beard, along with clothes I tend to wear on a daily basis, into my check-in luggage. It’s been about two days and everyone knows that my one bag is somewhere in JFK and there’s even a missing baggage claim filed for it, but it’s collecting dust.
Also, the help number one dials to get to JFK’s baggage claim center has long ago been disconnected. Furthermore, no one at Northwest really knows how to go about and fix problems. Also, everyone at Northwest is confused because Delta acquired Northwest, but the merger’s been less than seamless.
But through virtue of being persnickety, I did manage to snag myself a $150 allowance from them. But I don’t know if my Visa can stand such abuse on a vague promise that I’ll get reimbursed after I fax in my receipts sometime in the future.
So maybe I’ll go get some whiskey with a Listerine chaser and file it under “Oral Hygiene” and expense them that.
PS. “Duck taped” — that’s why I posted that image in the first placed. I can image my bag quacking, but no one feeding it bread crumbs in JFK. Jerks.