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I Am A Wicked Child // Radiohead
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I Am A Wicked Child // Radiohead
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Optimistic [live from the Basement] // Radiohead
Beef: TOMS
This beef is definitely from the part of me that is determined to jump away from things when too many people start to like them.
I just feel like everyone has them or wants them and they just wear them all the time and I’m just like why? I mean, they’re alright looking, but most of them are pretty bland and I’m not against the charity or everything, that’s all good, but they are freakishly expensive. Like, if they’re for a good cause, why charge us so much. Plus I heard they haven’t done a shoe drop in a while.
Whatever, that’s not the point. I just think the all encompassing-ness of them is bordering. Like, think for yourself.
Counter Beef: Oxford Comma Naysayers
In perusing all of a’s beefs over the time I’ve neglected Tumblr, I was appalled by her dismissal of the O.C! Worry not Vampire Weekend- the beautiful, symmetrical parallelism of the O.C. does indeed invoke some f*k-giving from some of us.
(less beef, more just comment)
-m
Beef: Too much Frosting
I’m back! For some reason, after almost a year of abandoning this blog, the one thing that has irked me enough to want to “beef” again is this: My friend and I have been on a mission on A-day lunches to find the perfect cupcake-joint in Raleigh and almost all that seem promising (check out Cupcake Shoppe and Gigi’s, especially), invariably have had terrible frosting-cake ratios. The reason this strikes a chord is cupcakes are truly one of my favorite desserts. The sweeter cousin of my beloved muffins, cupcakes go where measly cookies (never much of a fan) or even plain cakes can’t go with their adorably small stature.
Anyway, the search continues- I’ll keep you posted.
-m (really)
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Manic Street Preachers “Kevin Carter”
absolute beef
(Source: fuckyeahrandombritishindiebands)
Beef: Dyson
I know their whole shtick is fixing the obvious problems or whatever, but they need to fix the obvious problems with their chords which come out of the socket with the slightest hint of a tug. It makes vacuuming a large room quite an arduous task when you have to either leave out way to much chord or keep re-plugging in the plug.
ftw
Beef: Oxford Comma
I really fucking hate the oxford comma. It’s superfluous. But I do know what it is and how to use it if necessary. And I have an opinion on it. And I won a writing contest, so there!
There’s no point. If the origin of the quote is unknown, just put the quote with no author. Or if you know it’s by someone and you can’t remember just google it, ya lazy prick.
These fuckers who live next door to me are always making lots of noise when I’m trying to sleep.
They’re up at like 7 in the morning on weekends just hammering. They just hammer for hours and hours. It’s like, “hey bitch, I’m trying to sleep, it’s called the weekend and you seriously cannot have that much stuff to hammer.”
Then they have to play this crazy fucking throw bean bags into some mother fucking hole game until fucking 2 in the morning at which point we just say fuck it and call the cops.
Seriously dude, the world does not revolve around you. Some people enjoy sleeping at normal stinkin’ hours.