contact me via aim or gmail: florajasmine
this is pretty much my online scrapbook...
i'm going to try twittering again. here are my
photos. from time to time, i still write
here. and here is what i'm listening to right now.
guy who lives approx 3 blocks away.
psh. i think it’s fine.
this cracked me up.
overconsume is funny.
with only 10 days until i land in london, i’m selfishly ok with dip in the exchange rate.
10 days. english vacay. YAY.
definite want. possibly even need.
the rate at which i fuck up heels is kinda embarassing.
Swims City Slippers.
Ladies are going to love this. Kind of DOPE! in fact…CRACK!
(via justo)
one of my all-time faves.
i had a hankering to watch amores perros this weekend, but alas, i didn’t have the dvd with me.
(via madeinthedark: candywrapped : antikris)
(Key: Things I’ve done, Things I could figure out, Things I might have trouble with, Things I’d need help with) as updated with my answers:
Wax a car
Hitch up a trailer to your car
Jump start a car
Perform the Heimlich
Carve a turkey
Use a sewing machine
Put out a fire
Remove bloodstains from fabric
Move heavy stuff
Grow food
Read an electric meter
Solder wire
Replace a faucet washer
Iron a shirt
Fix a toilet tank flapper
Change a diaper
Grill with charcoal
Sew a button on a shirt
Fold a flag
Remove a tick
Shine shoes
Make a drum-tight bed
Escape a rip current
Build a fire in the wilderness (with matches :) )
Change a tire
Tie a bowline
Tie a necktie
Drive a stick shift
Install a graphics card
Calibrate HDTV settings
Shoot a home movie
Ditch your hard drive
(via onemoretimewithfeeling: pink-squirrel)
i think my parents/independence/experience have prepared me well for the great, wide world. i definitely need help with changing a tire, mostly because i’m so weak - but i do know how to do it. the only thing i absolutely cannot do on my own is escape a rip current- i kind of am anti-water and swimming and such.
this goes out to all my cuddy buddies.
[found this song while in texas, it’s my latest hiphop obsession.]
alas, there were no sporks in my apartment tonight.
if you’re happily dating a nice girl, why do you keep trying to get in my pants?
You should break a spork on his Face!
so this was a graffiti-esque weekend from beginning to end.
still not sure how i feel about it.
it’s new york i guess…
if you’re happily dating a nice girl, why do you keep trying to get in my pants?
dear world,
please do not send me any more creepy boys. i’m ready for some nice ones now.
thanks,
me.
watching this right now.
roomie’s right. i do have a thing for fucked up movies.
