In case you all were wondering. I finished my internship and seem to be keeping busy. Ill have something to say about something tomorrow. Until then, this betch needs her beauty rest.
Magna Carta Holy Grail sucks. It’s worth mentioning that it doesn’t suck in the Kanye’s-deal-with-the-devil-must-have-run-out way that Yeezus sucks. MCHG sucks the way that getting old probably sucks. I’m still a young stunna so I can’t be certain but I’m assuming.
Basically every song not named “F*ckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt” serves as only a depressing reminder that Hov’s about ten years past his prime. The album is lazy and boring and exactly what you would expect from a 43 year old mogul who spends his days diversifying his empire, which is depressing, because I guess I always hoped Jay was better than the rest of us (not me obvi, but everyone else). I know what you’re saying: didn’t you listen to Kingdom Come and The Blueprint III? Yeah I did, and they were dumptrucks too. But Watch The Throne gave the world hope. That album made me believe that Jay-Z wouldn’t waste his time putting out a sub-par album. It turns out he would. MCHG is the symbol of Jay’s mortality, and even he knows it. Point to any other time in his bravado laced career that he would have made the lame decision to guarantee an album platinum status like he did with his Samsung app deal. The swagger is gone. Maybe not from the man, but from his music.
One final thought: did everyone hear that he officially dropped the hyphen from his famous moniker? Weak ass move. Like a tired restaurant changing its name to spice things up. Plus, does he know how much iTunes work that’s gonna be? How you gonna jock me like that dawg.
So recently I discovered Starbucks rewards. And now I am completely hooked. I might be addicted in the sense that I am constantly thinking about where my next “star” is coming from. Let me explain….
So Starbucks has you sign up for their rewards program and you get a “star” every time you purchase something. Once you get 5 stars, you are a green member and then when you get 30 stars, you are a gold member. Once you are a gold member- you get a free drink every 12 stars and you get this dankass gold card to use to pay with. It’s kind of a big deal. This whole gimmick was able to get me to stop making fun of people who drank starbucks and going there twice a day. I used to think it was lame and was like all “I’m above this- meet me at Dunkin Donuts fools.” Look at me now, I’m practically occupying Wall Street just by downloading the effing app. I forgot to mention the app, you can pay with your iPhone. I’ve literally lost all principles. I propose that Blackberry and Dunkin team up- I’ll do the PR. Something along the lines of SBUX and IPHONES are for poor liberals, moguls only. Yolo.
If the “stars” weren’t enough- now they have this treat receipt BS. Basically, if you buy coffee in the morning, you can get any medium (I refuse to call it a “grande”) cold drink for $2 (plus tax doe). So now its like I can get 2 stars a day and go broke at a slower pace. Sweet.
I am still trying to figure out how starbucks brainwashed me. I contemplate my weak mindedness as I wait on line for a cup of coffee that I can make for free in my office. But actually. Starbucks has been hooked and isn’t letting go. Just like Steve Jobs (RIP).
What else is there to do when you have too much to do, but watch TV? Nothing is a bigger time suck or more of an obsession than a television show. Before the days of netflix, we would all anxiously await next weeks’ episode and now we watch 3 seasons in a week on HBO Go without seeing the light of day. Since we spend more time with these characters than our own parents, what shows we choose to fill our heads with is perfect judgement of character. Here’s why..
Mad Men: You watch a show based in the 60s, you think you’re educated. You think you’re sophisticated. You think you’re fabulous. You may or may not be any of these things, but you’re just waiting for the high class problems of Don Draper to enter your own life.
Eastbound and Down: You probably don’t find Kenny Powers entirely disgusting. You might play baseball and you definitely admire him. If you’re from the north, you wish you lived in the south and if you’re from the south, you’re probably a little embarrassed. Either way who’s cooler than Kenny Powers, who doesn’t look like Kate Moss, doing lines with his buddies? That was sarcastic.
Pretty Little Liars: You think that you like the horror movie genre now, sorry A isn’t that hardcore. When you were in high school, these girls dressed so betchy and you might have tried to act like your favorite one. Now that you’re in college and moving forward (?) with your life you think it’s so cute how they deal with boys, like why doesn’t Spencer dump creepshow Toby.
Entourage: You wish that the amount of weed you smoke can some day amount to Vinny Chase’s success. You could only hope. Vinny Chase lives the life, but he isn’t enough to want to be- I guess that’s the price of fame. It should be clear that Turte, E, and Drama are the ones you’re supposed to like- but hey who gave this dumb show that much thought. Oh and if you aren’t jewish, you probably wish you were because of Ari.
Game of Thrones: I know absolutely nothing about this show- but what I do know is that it is all fantasy and creepy children and people dying. You are probably an aspiring sociopath.
Breaking Bad: You definitely sell weed on the side and only hope to amount to what Walter has. You’re into drugs and crime. If you’re not as slimy as Jesse, then chances are you want to work with crime from the other end- lawyer, corrections officer, cop, therapist. So you either want to be Walt, support Walt, get into the mind of Walt, or take him down completely.
True Blood: I don’t care how good it is, or how much it isn’t super twilighty- you have to be obsessed with sex to like this show. Chances are that you are a sex addict or completely deprived. So then basically sex is on your mind 24/7 and this show is your outlet. Get help pls.
The Bachelor: You are a romance obsessed girl. You have a wedding board on pinterest. And you really hope that love is found over these 12 or so weeks because no one should be alone, right? You probably don’t have a boyfriend because he would never allow you to watch this- unless he’s gay. Sorry for breaking the news to you both. Enjoy your cats in 5-7 years.
Sons of Anarchy: If you’re a guy, which is most of you, you want to be Jax Teller. He is the coolest baddest motherfucker out there. Who else could wear white airforce ones and baggy jeans and ride a motorcycle and you still wanted to be him? Watching SOA allows you to feel more bad ass than you are. I know that you think that you’re a bad ass d3 lax god, but we all know that SAMCRO is consistently one-upping you. If you’re a girl, plain and simple, you are just trying to bang the dudes who watch SOA.
How I Met Your Mother: You don’t have any friends. You yearn to have friends. You think you’re a part of something bigger because you watch How I Met Your Mother. It is not the new Friends, so therefore it is not legendary and in turn you are not legendary.
Gossip Girl: You read the books in middle school. You want the life, but sometimes you think that you are morally above it. You can’t resist wanting to be Serena considering she is Blake Lively. You swear you are going to stop watching because the plot is just too out of control, but never do. There is also a good chance that you are a middle aged woman trying to escape your dumpy husband, annoying kids, and humble abode.
The Sopranos: If you started watching post James Gandolfini’s death then you are a bandwagoner and have no respect for anyone or anything. If you were actually dedicated to the show then you can spot talent from a mile away. You like action and drama, as long as you are removed from it- some might call that selfish. You loved Tony and his smile because you wish people would forgive your sins as quickly as you forgave Tony’s.
1. July 4th No work, fireworks, the beach, family, friends and hopefully not rainy weather
2. Chloe Bags– my birthday is in 3 weeks
Have you ever judged almost every single person around you at a particular moment? I have.
I went to a small Kip Moore concert on Long Island last week and I think everyone got confused and thought it was Toby Keith. Let me tell you- American Flags flying in the parking lot. Cowboy boots and hats alongside denim skirts and American flag bandanas. Quite frankly, I was embarrassed for these people. They were all poor and trying too hard to be southern. Like calm down. We all love America as much as the next person, but we don’t need to parade around in a flag to show that. We don’t need to use country music concert to do that either.
If you haven’t lived under a rock for the past year, you have probably noticed that America and country music have become more popular in the northeast. This means more concerts, more flags, and more jorts on dudes.
There is a fine line between getting in the spirit of the concert you are attending and going overboard. By all means, wear your cutoffs with boots and a tank- what we are trying to avoid are dresses made of bandanas. Don’t pretend that this has been you your whole life. No one in the Northeast listened to Jake Owen as of like a year and a half ago. Be real. Admit to the reality of your fleeting country obsession.
Southern people play the country card right, they don’t act like they’ve been waiting to see Blackberry Smoke. What it comes down to is that southern people understand that these are country concerts and not costume parties. That’s what frat parties are for.
“I’m the motherfuckin fuckin one who calls the shots.” – Tony Soprano
James Gandolfini created a monster: a television character so believable and so real that the world mourns the loss of both the man and the myth. Gandolfini became Soprano. Even when The Soprano’s had ended, Soprano lived on. In Zero Dark Thirty, James Gadolfini wasn’t portraying the Director of the CIA, Tony Soprano was.
We may never see another character like Tony Soprano. Personally, I’ll never feel as connected to an invented individual as I do to Tony. I never wanted anyone to make it as much as I wanted Tony to make it, to live as much as I wanted Tony to live. He somehow managed to come across as both totally human and immortal at the same time. He survived the show, or at least I like to think he did. But even Tony Soprano couldn’t live forever.
Really, this isn’t a remembrance, and it isn’t an obituary. This is a thank you.
Thanks Mr. Gandolfini. In 86 episodes, you let me get to know one of the most interesting men that has never lived.