Download my 2010 Christmas mix, “Take Off Yer Bra and Blast Yer Gifts!”
You won’t regret it, I promise. And I never break a promise, especially at Christmas.

Download my 2010 Christmas mix, “Take Off Yer Bra and Blast Yer Gifts!”
You won’t regret it, I promise. And I never break a promise, especially at Christmas.


Things I Want For Myself Even Though I Am Supposedly Christmas Shopping For Others #3
-OR-
Things I Bought For Myself At A Craft Fair Yesterday As Part Of A “Buy 2 Get 1 Free” Deal, In Which Only The Third Item Is A Gift For Another Person #1

Things I Want For Myself Even Though I Am Supposedly Christmas Shopping For Others #2
-OR-
Things I Bought As A Gift For Someone Else And Will Probably Keep For Myself When It Comes In The Mail #1
[etsy]

Christmas carols are perhaps my favorite thing about September October November December. I wish the ‘Frapp had gone down this sonic path rather than the one they went down for Head First.
(Source: goldfrapp)

The Double Stuf variety are particularly hard to resist. Plus, I wouldn’t think a sloth’s metabolism would be all that high.
Sloth diet no go so well.
(via pleatedjeans)

This photograph makes me wish for a Róisín Christmas ditty. A really fucked up, grimy London dubstep Christmas ditty. But with lovely lyrics about snow and mittens.
(via mickeymurphysdaughter)

Song du Jour: PJ Harvey - Written on the Forehead
Song of the week, more like. I’ve listened to it nearly 200 times already, and I don’t think I’m stopping anytime soon. New PJ anything automatically infuses even a shitty day/week/month/year/life with a burst of beauty.
People throw belongings
A lifetime’s earnings
Amongst the scattered rubbish
And suitcases on the sidewalk
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn…

Song du Jour: Nicki Minaj - Muny
I’m in the UK, but just for one day
Who’s to say I won’t come back again?
Materialistic, I’m narcissistic
My shoe game is mean, it’s so sadistic
I took a learjet to cop some lipstick
Yeah, I’mma risk it, I’m optimistic
