I am all for body modification, tattoolization and social emancipations but this has got to take the cake in that department. Disastrous to say the least. I don't think even Kat Von D would ever get this tattooed on her.
With the apparent addiction to McDonalds finally over, I have realized that I have supplemented french fries and double cheeseburgers with iced-coffees, pizza and tequila. I am not sure that is much better but certainly I don't think it really matters.
If I can break this addiction surely I can break other things, like faces.
This short video about drug dealers is filled with fallacies and absurd stereotypical one-sided biased research. I need to make three quick points as to why I disagree with this video.
1) This isn't 1995 and drug dealers don't wear masks like in Dead Presidents (fig A). The only people that wear masks in 2008 are pedophiles and Joceylyn Wildenstein (fig. B).
(fig. A)
(fig. B)
2) No one brings cash in duffel bags unless you're: A) In the Mafia. B) Work at American Apparel C) Just got back from a sexual escapade at the 12th Street Gym or D) Slim from the movie Enough (in which point you would be stupid enough to purchase a bright yellow bag to carry your tools for murder but otherwise dress in all black).
And finally,
3) Purchasing drugs in the streets/alley ways is relegated to mid to low class citizens that can't afford the Rittenhouse Square Drug Dealer who looks like s/he stepped of the page off the Banana Republic internet catalogue.
(Which actually this isn't a point but more of a judgemental idealism)
Disclaimer: I do not condone the selling and/or the sheer and utter enjoyment of illicit drugs
Oh dear me, I have now begun to supplement my incredible diet coke addiction with a even more incredible iced-coffee addiction. I feel like such a whore right now, it's not even funny.
I feel as if I were Johnny Castle and my coffee was Frances "Baby" Houseman. I just want to be all over that shit. All under-aged, illegal and stuff.
I spent a good part of my mid-afternoon recovering by doing some household cleaning only to discover that my jean addiction has resurfaced. Thank you Diesel for being my enabler, my bff and my gym membership.
It has been pointed out numerous times by various parties that I have an addiction to diet coke. In the past week, or so, I have been slowly supplementing my mcdonald's addiction with more of this carbonated sugary cancer tonic.
