I think too many people who follow me are now following juliasegal, so there’s no point in my blog any more.
I think too many people who follow me are now following juliasegal, so there’s no point in my blog any more.
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THE CRYIN’ BRANSTONS.
Sly Davidoff and Lyle Catcliffe.
My mom thought she was fulfilling a joke when I put this on my Christmas list about 8 or so years ago. It was never cool to like Bee Gees at the age of 16 in 2004, but I loved the funky jams of each hit single- and exploring the 60s pop songs was a great discovery.
Many a car journey with friends was heightened by singing along to ‘Fanny (Be Tender With My Love)’.
RIP Robin and Maurice. My thoughts are with Barry.

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My girlfriend wants to see me with facial hair. This is day 8.
I had pizza for dinner.
MIKE: Hold on! Hol—on! Susie didn’t commit suicide! She was Murdered, by Jerry, Sein-feld!
JERRY: [smugly, under-his-breath] Not only that, I broke his thumbs.(via The Suzie)
I couldn’t care less about those kids’ reasoning. What reason do we have to go to war? It’s all the same. Killing somebody can’t be justified by having a reason. I think it says a lot about the [news] media that those two kids were on the cover of Time magazine twice because I’m sure that’s everything they wanted. They wanted fame. America sold them the idea that an obituary is just another headline.