I am sitting in my office trying to decide if I could function well enough wearing gloves. Yes, it's that F'ing cold in here. I've got this little bitch ass "space" heater going but it has its limits - one being it's a 7"x7" contraption and can only heat so much "space" and the other being that I can only go up to setting 3, because if I turn it on high I will be the victim of an electrical fire. I understand that this is a health center and all and that warmth encourages germs to grow.... but damn, they are going to give us all pneumonia at this rate.
So apparently there's a new men's magazine called Vitals, which is an obvious attempt at recreating the magic of Details. Not likely. HOWEVER, this month's issue has a very dapper Jake Gyllenhaal on the cover. I may buy it just for the spread. But as a loyal Details reader I feel conflicted. I didn't have to ponder my magazine purchase this morning... I picked up the latest Cosmo!Girl (as should you) because a certain Abercrombie model/Maryland student is featured in some "cute boy of the month" section. I didn't really mean to buy it, it's just one page, but it was automatic. I walked right on up to the counter with my coffee and donut and fruit and Cosmo!Girl and was not embarassed at all. I should have been. Why do they even sell that damn magazine here? This is a college for fuck's sake. Men's Fitness, Elle, Money, Rolling Stone, Cosmo!Girl. One of these is not like the other.
Am I sellout because I want a U2 Special Edition ipod? Probably. But it's hot. Ipods are so plain and I can't afford (and wouldn't really know where) to get my ipod tricked out and jewel encrusted (see: Snoop's Drop it Like it's Hot video). When the pimp's in the crib ma....
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