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9 July 09

Somedays I'm amazed I have a job

Not because I spend a lot of time on Tumblr, but because a big part of my job is writing the copy for new websites we’re launching. I’m responsible for all the “About Us” and “FAQs” and front page content and all that jazz. So what is usually my initial reaction when I am staring at a Google doc that simply has the titles of the sections I’m supposed to write?

Hmm… I wonder what the current content is so I know what direction to take this.

Which would be dandy and all, except these websites don’t exist yet. Hence the reason I’m employed - to create this content.

I wonder about myself sometimes.

Posted: 11:58 AM

bingoparaphernalia:

O-Town - Liquid Dreams

And then there’s this, which is pretty much irredeemable. Everything about this song is awful, but the lyrics are spectacularly awful. Oh-the-humanity awful. I can’t even decide which of the many awful lines to quote, so you’ll just have to read them for yourself.

I do have to give the songwriters credit for choosing still-relevant hotties to fantasize over. The only outlier is Destiny’s Child, and if you just replace that with Beyonce, it’s a role call of hottie celebrity womenz that are still in the spotlight.

That said, this song has no other redeeming qualities. Besides the fact it could easily be mistaken for a 2ge+her song.

Reblogged: bingoparaphernalia

Posted: 11:31 AM

Katiepalooza! I'm thrilled to learn your secret identity!

(via kelsium)

It makes me giggle, because I tend to forget that most of my DSPN Tumblr friends found me through Deadspin, but I found most of my Jez Tumblr friends through Tumblr, so of course most Jezzies wouldn’t know who I was.

Time to put my Clark Kent glasses back on…

Reblogged: kelsium

Posted: 10:50 AM
khrushchev: katiepalooza: LET THE BURN BOOK BEGIN. Or not. I actually have to like, work, and stuff. This is you?!?   I love you! *blushes*

khrushchev:

katiepalooza:

LET THE BURN BOOK BEGIN.

Or not. I actually have to like, work, and stuff.

This is you?!?   I love you!

*blushes*

Reblogged: khrushchev

Posted: 10:49 AM
When you work with private investigators, you end up wanting things like this for Christmas. A biometric wall vault! Instead of a combination, it scans your fingerprint! AND it has a second hidden compartment. SOLD. This is why it’s good I make no money. I would have random stuff like this all over the place.

When you work with private investigators, you end up wanting things like this for Christmas. A biometric wall vault! Instead of a combination, it scans your fingerprint! AND it has a second hidden compartment. SOLD.

This is why it’s good I make no money. I would have random stuff like this all over the place.

Posted: 10:45 AM
LET THE BURN BOOK BEGIN. Or not. I actually have to like, work, and stuff.

LET THE BURN BOOK BEGIN.

Or not. I actually have to like, work, and stuff.

Posted: 10:18 AM
I’d like one of each, thank you. Actually, I have weird urges towards celebrities. Take George Clooney. I have a good shot of actually dating him if I get a waitressing gig in a big party city. Cuz, you know, that’s how he rolls. ANYWAYS. I wouldn’t want to date George Clooney. I just want to be his wingwoman, like his girl-bro. We can sit around and drink good whiskey and smoke good cigars and crack dirty jokes and I can scope out the womenz with him and be like, “Really, George? She’s 19. AND HAS A TRAMP STAMP. Try again.” Re: Brad Pitt. I think I would mostly be speechless at first, but I would end up babysitting for him and thinking of him as the hot dad that I always blush around but if he ever made an actual move on me I’d be so nervous I’d just throw up but that would never happen because I would continually be insanely awkward around him to not inadvertently flirt/hit on him. THESE ARE MY FANTASIES.

I’d like one of each, thank you.

Actually, I have weird urges towards celebrities.

Take George Clooney. I have a good shot of actually dating him if I get a waitressing gig in a big party city. Cuz, you know, that’s how he rolls. ANYWAYS. I wouldn’t want to date George Clooney. I just want to be his wingwoman, like his girl-bro. We can sit around and drink good whiskey and smoke good cigars and crack dirty jokes and I can scope out the womenz with him and be like, “Really, George? She’s 19. AND HAS A TRAMP STAMP. Try again.”

Re: Brad Pitt. I think I would mostly be speechless at first, but I would end up babysitting for him and thinking of him as the hot dad that I always blush around but if he ever made an actual move on me I’d be so nervous I’d just throw up but that would never happen because I would continually be insanely awkward around him to not inadvertently flirt/hit on him.

THESE ARE MY FANTASIES.

Posted: 9:58 AM
“ Took a carriage ride to the Battery, toasted shots above the water. Stumbled back across the cobblestones, hands holding us together.
— I love Corey Smith’s song Carolina. It’s such a good SC song!
Posted: 9:47 AM
Project Runway Season 6 Designers Revealed!

FOCUS.

This is exciting.

Posted: 9:39 AM
In other news, I cannot escape Nicole Bobek’s meth arrest. It is all up in my bail bonds Google Alerts. Best/worst headline I’ve read so far? “Ice” Queen Posts Bail, Allowed to Return to Florida. Keep it klassy, NJ.com!

In other news, I cannot escape Nicole Bobek’s meth arrest. It is all up in my bail bonds Google Alerts.

Best/worst headline I’ve read so far? “Ice” Queen Posts Bail, Allowed to Return to Florida.

Keep it klassy, NJ.com!

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh