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Blue Is The Warmest Color

It can be two things.

That's not what your mom said last night.

"Biotch, I got you this Valentine so you better work it harder, make it better, do it faster, makes us stronger, more than ever, hour after. Our work is never done." - Kanye West

Much cookie. Such om nom. Wow.

#notalldolans

Solution: less menopause, more topics that don't include politics and celebrities.

Man, fuck medical terminology class. All this tedious memorization stuff (like costal! that pertains to the ribs MIND EXPLODE) that I have to do for tests is just driving me insane. My stress level is at an all time high lately. Not cool.

I made a fabulous cocktail last Friday. I had in mind that I wanted to do a muddled cocktail, include some form of fruit and herb and use vodka as a neutral medium.
This was the end result:
The Minty Blackberry
Muddle handful of blackberries with fresh mint, 1/4 ou Green Chartreuse, and 1/2 ou simple syrup in shaker. Add

"Glass Jar" - Gang Gang Dance
"Pretty Girls" - Little Dragon
"The Spark That Bled" - The Flaming Lips
"To Here Knows When" - My Bloody Valentine
"Lazy Greys" - The Morning After Girls
"City Daze" - Spirit Vine
"Motorcycle, I Love You" - Moon Duo

You forgot your period, sir.

Nah, more like I'm a history nerd and have read way too many history books. I saw the fall of Constantinople and went for it. With aplomb.

Yeah but in the grand scheme of things, the 1453 fall of Constantinople was an inevitability that was many years in the making. Not a great shock in my eyes, even though yes it was sad to see the last remnants of the Roman Empire go by the wayside. Byzantium at that time had lost a considerable amount of territory,

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or cock,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Yeah, I could never solve them as well. Something about my astigmatism and my laziness regarding wearing prescription reading glasses proved to be my downfall.

Confucius says: If you find the corpse of Jimmy Hoffa, you'll find Waldo.

I am feeling nonplussed, internet.

I want to Swift you like an animal?

It was a tough decision, but there's a part of me that desired late Victorian intercourse with a stately gentlemen of erudite, blanket hornpipe chicanery, so I decided upon the one, THE ONLY, sir Nudeador Viking The Third!