Life and trying to get one
sesamestreet:

Vintage Sesame: So simple, yet so much fun.
Which reminds us: Have you seen or VintageSesame tumblr?

I remember getting this for my oldest godchild around her 1st birthday.

sesamestreet:

Vintage Sesame: So simple, yet so much fun.

Which reminds us: Have you seen or VintageSesame tumblr?

I remember getting this for my oldest godchild around her 1st birthday.

I looove and miss 90’s fashion.

lordhelpmelearn:

Care about what God thinks of your choices not others. Because others don’t have to deal with your consequences (Taken with instagram)

Perfect for Sunday.

lordhelpmelearn:

Care about what God thinks of your choices not others. Because others don’t have to deal with your consequences (Taken with instagram)

Perfect for Sunday.

Why are there so many burger joint popping up in NYC?

I’m on a diet.

“Why?”

Because anytime you have to cry out to God so you get in a pair of jeans you had for years, it’s diet time.

I’m trying to get home and have a minimal hibernation.

Had plans on going out a comedy show at the public library(only in BK) but I do not know…

It’s only like two inches of snow but shit, it’s still snow!

I love snow from viewing it from inside the comfort of my home and going out in it for five minutes to do snowangels.

That’s it.

30 minute lunch brakes suck worse than seasonless extra-dry croutons with no salad or salad dressing.

vicemag:

If you’ve lived in New York City during the reign of three-term Mayor Michael Bloomberg, you’ve witnessed his efforts to make the city more “livable.” Bloomberg’s ideal New York consists of thin, athletic doctors, lawyers, and hedge fund managers biking along properly designated bike routes and having genial, profanity-free conversations about how awful cigarettes are and how great Mike Bloomberg is. If these hale, financially-secure professionals encounter a bag left unattended or a homeless person, they immediately inform the NYPD via Bluetooth, and the cops silently appear—as if melting out of the walls—and dispose of the problem. “Whatever happened to that homeless guy we saw?” one of the bikers will ask as he sips on a smoothie made from locally-sourced ingredients inside the penthouse of a LEED Gold-certified building. “Oh, he was turned into clean-burning energy,” another will say as he logs on Bloomberg.com to get breaking financial news and analysis. “Aren’t Fuhrer Bloomberg’s policies great?” Then they will laugh, flashing their perfect teeth in the warm glow of the energy-efficient lighting fixtures.
Continue: Mike Bloomberg Is Your Dad

Scary, yet true.

vicemag:

If you’ve lived in New York City during the reign of three-term Mayor Michael Bloomberg, you’ve witnessed his efforts to make the city more “livable.” Bloomberg’s ideal New York consists of thin, athletic doctors, lawyers, and hedge fund managers biking along properly designated bike routes and having genial, profanity-free conversations about how awful cigarettes are and how great Mike Bloomberg is. If these hale, financially-secure professionals encounter a bag left unattended or a homeless person, they immediately inform the NYPD via Bluetooth, and the cops silently appear—as if melting out of the walls—and dispose of the problem. “Whatever happened to that homeless guy we saw?” one of the bikers will ask as he sips on a smoothie made from locally-sourced ingredients inside the penthouse of a LEED Gold-certified building. “Oh, he was turned into clean-burning energy,” another will say as he logs on Bloomberg.com to get breaking financial news and analysis. “Aren’t Fuhrer Bloomberg’s policies great?” Then they will laugh, flashing their perfect teeth in the warm glow of the energy-efficient lighting fixtures.

Scary, yet true.

gluttonyisabliss:

Blueberry Buckle (by pastrystudio)

 Oh what wouldn’t I do to get a piece of that…

gluttonyisabliss:

Blueberry Buckle (by pastrystudio)

 Oh what wouldn’t I do to get a piece of that…

Special thanks to all the women in our lives for showing us that there is more to life than luv, there’s also pain.
From the thank yous off DeBarge’s 1985 album, “Rhythm Of The Night”