I want to stay in bed all day listening to Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti while blog surfing and consuming endless slices of buttered whole wheat toast and hot black tea. But I cant be so bourgeoisie today. Errands don’t run themselves.
A guy walks into a meaningless universe. He sees this gorgeous blonde sitting at the bar. It’s obvious she’s never read a word of Dostoevsky, much less Kierkegaard. So he says to her, “Is it meaningless in here, or is it just me?,” and she says, “My place or yours?”
DAILY READS:
Fashiontoast
Karla's Closet
Sincerely Jules
Park and Cube
Sarah's Loft
Generic Dream
Sea of Shoes
From the Global Village
Design Sponge
Bobbie Rounds the World
The Matt Smith
Kia Matthews
Amy Blogs Chow
Olive Juice
I Heart My Art
Magic Molly
