I am in here.

byronic:

nightswimming:

“Ever wonder what really happens at the Golden Globes? Musician Amanda Palmer — who attended because her fiancé, Neil Gaiman, wrote Coraline — dissects the pathos, body-snarking, and judgment of the event (and also illuminates what the bathrooms are like)” (via Jezebel)

A really great read.

there was a huge black dude at a table next to us and he had an awesome facial tattoo and i almost went up to compliment him.
he looked really familiar. 

i found out a few days later it was fucking mike tyson.