WK Moustache Competition Pt. 2
I couldn’t decide. This one is less itchy.
WK Moustache Competition
Today I grew a steel wool moustache. It itches.
Moondog - This Student of Life That damn Bambi...
Pardon my shitty phone photo.
This is a shirt. For sale. At a store. Why?
Typically, I hate Facebook and often wonder why I still have an account. Especially on a day like today when every one just has to post what they’re cooking or eating or how many dinners they’re attending or how full they are or something about a food baby or a food coma and then something about a nap. It’s Thanksgiving. Be thankful for something and shut up with the shit that no...
A trip down memory lane.
September 22, 2008 - My burning effigy. Lit by a “transient” who I later dated. Was questioned by the fire department.
All you ever do is say I'm sorry.
Over the course of what seems like forever, I have been on one side of a dying friendship. Long story. Disappointing middle and end. Culminates in this video of screenshots of every “sorry” that took place over email during that period. All You Ever Do Is Say I’m Sorry from Jess Price on Vimeo. I’m not sorry, Jess
Christmas time is here.
It’s that time of year when I can (sort of) get away with sharing my love of Christmas music. I see no reason to not listen to it year round, and do, but can’t seem to get away with inflicting it upon others as I do it. Until around Thanksgiving, that is. I’m not sure if my internal debate of a personal favorite will ever be resolved, but there is absolutely no question that...
No more. Please.
You know what I’m fucking sick of? This shit: These are just the most recent examples I pulled from FFFFOUND!, but I’m tired of this trend all together. Some pretty boring sentiment written on a piece of paper or a relatively boring photo is just not good enough, folks. This style is the new unicorns-shitting-rainbows-into-a-cute-kitty’s-mouth-drawn-in-crayons bullshit...
Shogun Kunitoki - Riddarholmen I went on quite a...
Unless you’re some kind of fucking idiot, you don’t need me to tell you how delicious burgers are. If you are an idiot, let me say this: burgers are fucking delicious. My friend, other Jess, and I like to celebrate this taste sensation together on a regular basis. It’s called Burger Club. We get a craving for a goddamn burger, pick a place, and go eat one. Pretty simple. Recently...
I miss my baby.
She’s coming back to me on Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, I have to trade armless Jesus to get her back.
Today was a weird day: foam core sculptures, too...
Sixth floor pie party.
In preparation for the big Wieden + Kennedy pie-off, a few of us 12ers took over the sixth floor kitchen for a late night of baking. I’m delighted to know these people. I saw this on coolhunting a while ago and come back to it frequently. Obviously, I can’t keep all of the assholes out of my life, but it’s nice to know that I’m usually surrounded by people that...
Blogs are weird.
And now I have one. One of my very own. No annoying blog buddies here. Fuck you, Jess.
Tonstartssbandht - Black Country Holy christ,...
this is what this looks like.