Boardwalk Empire

The Jersey Shore. Oh boy am I glad I'm not from the Jersey Shore...and I mean that in the nicest most non-insulting way possible. I promise you.

The Jersey Shore, commonly known as the home of where Guido's AND Guidette's, can't forget them, unite, and do wild and crazy things. Right? I'm sure there are many misconceptions of you spikey haired-poofed out-plywood textured-fools so go ahead fight about it but here's what I came to conclusion with while walking down or more so around the "nu joisy shaw":

It's place that's  filled with what appears to be locals looking for one of the two things:

A)A brawl: We get it, your idols consist of Žydrūnas Savickas, Snooki (whom I love) and perhaps even Erik Foss, but you're not fooling anyone! Cut the shit before you really get hit. Dancing around pretending like your in a ring threatening to punch Toni's homeboy isn't cute and neither are your pierced nipples.   

B) Ass: Apparently the way they do it in Dirty Jerz is quantity over quality. I'm not saying here in New York it's different but at least rooftop parties allow you to have a chance with some drunk model instead of some leathery chick who has a million stars tattooed all over her back. 

Guidettes, you go and idolize the cast of Jersilicious, I sure do, and Guidos you go and bake in the sun.

Don't worry, I'm not judging! Just merely observing. That's allowed.  

So I kind of made of Tumblr, and I'm not sure how I feel about the website yet. What I am sure of is that I probably won't be on it too much and it's just going to consist of posting pictures, that I didn't take (yet still calling it a blog..I know, I don't get it either).  You can follow my Tumblr @ Thischarmingshit.tumblr.com

Don't be mad.

Do share your Tumblr links so I can follow you!

PHOTO BANG #5

I was going through the pictures on my cell phone and found these...clearly I enjoy taking pictures of my feet.

Oh, hey autographed poster of Mark Hoppus. #FOREVERAFAN

Stoked on all the killer summer shows! Above are pictures from Matt & Kim and Chromeo last year.

My best friend Justin shooting my other best friend Amanda in the rain...and me capturing "behind the scene" moments. I wish I remember when we did this, all I remember was being drenched and smelly because of the fucking rain.

Left: First Soft Serve of Summer '10 Right: First Soft Serve of Summer '11

Summer..

http://www.ysk.com/blog/index.html

Summer is here. Kind of, right? Judgement Day is soon. Will we die? No. Do I think we're safe? No. But are we ever safe? That being said, I have nothing going on for once in my life. Although it's a big relief, I feel empty and quite bored. No school (crossing my fingers for no stress [= great skin]), no job, no internship, no boys, nothing. *YAAAAWN*, I know, I'll make something work, but until then I will enjoy my break without going to my blog to vent. Good Riddance Y'all! See you...in about a week, watch.

HAPPYMOMZDAY

Although I think this "holiday" is kind of pointless (I might be a tad bit bitter), take care of your Mom today. I'm sure she deserves it even if that bitch didn't let you go to Samantha's Birthday Party last week. (HEY, if you went you could possibly be preggerz right this very second, know that she always know best, no matter what!) I'd do anything to celebrate my Momma! RIP Mother.

Photo BANG #4

Colored with the coolest five year old for about 2 hours straight.

How is it possible for a human to be this adorable?

So many stickers, so little time.

Mac N Cheese - Au Bon Pain - Lonely Lunch

Last day at EMI, I'll blog about my experience soon. #WOMP

Kurt's Journal that I'm basically glued to.

Again, how can a human be this cute?! I don't understand.

Summer 2011

Photo credz: flavorwire.com

Is anyone going to Governors Ball? Can't wait, let's meet up d00dz!

http://governorsballmusicfestival.com/lineup/artists/das-racist/

Don't forget!

Done with finals? Thank God! Come out and Gang Gang Dance d00dz!

Bappy Hirthday, Facebook!

People get off on getting "Happy Birthday, gurllll!" comments (via Facebook) on that special day they were born.

I mean yeah, it's cool to know someone wants you to have a great birthday, but do they really? I know I'm reading waay to into this but that's okay, it's what I do.

Don't get your panties in a bunch; I'm not speaking to all of you, just you. The one that obsesses over birthday comments and the fact that they think it validates how much people like/care for them.

By the way, don't fret, this kind of, sort of used to be me (via Myspace days). I'd secretly obsess over which one of my friends got the most birthday wishes, which totally was never me, and then I finally realized do I really give a fuck?
Should I give a fuck? Nope. Why should I care if someone wants me to have the feeling of happy on my birthday.

Who cares if Sara who you met on the internet (but never met irl) who ALWAYS  happens likes your pictures and pointless status' forgot to wish you a "Happy Birthday"! She probably forgot, get over it. YOU CAN DO IT.

All in all, birthday wishes? Sure, they're nice. Is your life over if someone doesn't wish you a "Happy Burfday"? I don't think so. 

Did I contradict myself a few times? Ugh, probably.

#firstworldproblems
#HappyBirthday

My new

template depresses me, going back simple...for now, or for later, as in tomorrow because right now I'm going to sleep.

Night y'all <3 *Update*

Not really sure what's going on with these template but the longer I stay on this site the more I get frustrated. Fuck. HTML, fuck you.

Are you there Tumblr? It's me, Sasha!