this is so important

Um. UMMM.
Mark Ronson posted this picture of himself from 1992 on his Twitter.
I present without comment, except to say that I am DYING.

I.
MEAN.
IS THAT A SOME KIND OF A BAJA & A BOWLCUT?*

Uh, DREAMWEAVER MUCH?

*clearly i lied when i said it was presented without comment

maybe it's my meds talking?

this is really uncool, universe. i mean, i am WEAK, ok?
i am just geting over intense feverosity, aches, general miz, and then..this happens.

this is put out into the world, and my innocent and fragile HEART is SHATTERED. (i am not talking about lady gaga's supposed teeny weiner).

who thinks this is ok?



i went so far into NOPES with this shit it becamee a NERPS.
NERPS!
few things reach NERPitude. NERP is for like: paris hilton, dudes with nail polish, that haircut where all your hair is combed over your face, and ed hardy air fresheners.

i cant believe my true blue fireburning love got me to this level but..this is the worst pic ever and these shoes (for gucci?!) are sort of a bust. dudes that read this blog..would you wear these?!

MARK!! marrkkkkkk. why whyyyy. you're better than this. i luh you...
i feel faint.

never mind that noise you heard.

i mean.



don't make me use my shaolin kung fu grip.
i will take you down.
sam feels me, look at her.

ps hi mark, hi

pps

tweetz

it's my blog, i'll be nuts if i want to.

there is really no reason for this post other than to look at this face right here for a while:



hiii mark, hiiiii.
where you been?
i mean..be more handsome why don't you.
sigh.

this concludes today's short episode of bonkerstown theatre, enjoy your day.