If tumblr isn't Satan's sidekick, I don't know what the hell it is.
...Look what I've discovered today!!
Terry Richardson has a tumblr. = A photoblog.
Dear Satan, please stop sending me distractions.
There's a reason why Terry's one of my favourite photographers. This man is crazy. I love crazy men. I also love tattooed men. + I love crazy photographers. End of story.
I would love to model for Terry but I don't know if I have enough balls to go naked in front of that man. HAHA
By the way I understand the photo above is of Terry and some "guidos"(sp??)... I know about Jersey Shore and all them scandalous people in it, but I've never watched the show. Oh wait, take my words back, I watched 2 minutes of an episode when I was on the fashion campus but the intellectual level of those people amazed me so much that I quickly changed the channel to Top Chef or something. ...and now I never watch TV unless my friends are over and we decide to watch South Park on demand. ...I don't even know how to get to South Park on demand unless someone's there to do it for me. I'm such a princess whoo hoo hoo.
ALSO FROM TUMBLR::
468 水先案名無い人 :2010/02/19(金) 03:13:14 ID:INZ5eQAo0
So this guy felt really sick one day, left work, went to bed. He wakes up, can barely move, and the most he can do is grab the bottle of POCARI SWEAT (do not be fooled by its name, this shit tastes 2904852948598 times better than vitamin water, and is the best energy drink to drink when you're sick!!) lying by his bedside. His consciousness is starting to go away, until his cat (female/5yrs old) starts biting his nose. He figures that the cat is out of food and water, and he hasn't cleaned her toilet either.
He hovers out of bed, faints again, cat bites him again, and he wakes up. His phone's ringing, he answers, it's his co-worker and all he can do is tell him that he is about to faint again, and that's all he remembers.
When he wakes up, he finds himself in a hospital; apparently he had pneumonia and malnutrition, and if his coworker didn't call for an ambulance, he was going to die. It had been 3 days since he had left work.
He thanks his co-worker, and asks him to take care of his cat. His co-worker looks at him weird and tells him-
"I didn't see a cat, and I didn't see anything cat-related in your house"
He doesn't remember any of this, but he kept on mumbling about his cat while in the ambulance. Hearing that, the co-worker decided to go check up on this "cat", but he didn't see a cat at all. No cat, no feeder, no toilet.
"I even went to the convinence store and bought a can of cat food..."
That can be true, he starts to argue. But he notices something.
He didn't know why he had forgotten, but the cat was no longer there.
The cat was run over by a car in early March, and he had got ridden of everything.
He tells his co-worker, and his co-worker begins to freak out.
When he called him, a cat was screeching loudly in the background.
He decided to go to the cat's grave.
I've always felt like dead pets are always out there watching out for you.
Or maybe I wish that's the case.
I miss you all.
I'M OUT OF LEMONS AND I'M ANGRY.