I’m just not in the mood to write the Weather today.
Please fill this space with a joke about Lindsay Lohan calling Paris Hilton a cunt, or about Neil Patrick Harris coming out. That seems to work for everyone else.
Monday’s Forecast: Okay, okay. So my man NPH walks into a bar and asks for “Mike Hunt,” and Paris Hilton looks up and says… um… something slutty.
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“dusty rusty crusty musty ass california hills”
“frowning in plaid (haunted radios, bird bones + anthropomorphized wind)”
“warming my hands on bridges i’ve burnt”
“songs that make me see god”
“My Playlist #236”
“classy wine moment and intellectual conversation”
“90s heroin chic model off duty”
“tweet tweet bird emoji map emoji”
“not my circus, not my monkeys”
“a grave is probably cheaper than an apartment”
“ATE THESE BITCHES LEFT NO CRUMBS / DID IT IN DESIGNER PUMPS”
