December 2008
130 posts
otherthings:
Jeff Buckley - Lilac Wine
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this goes out to Christopher Reinhard.
Kevin: Hey, Daria, Jane. Notice anything different?
Daria: He's wearing glasses, right?
Jane: Why, yes, he's wearing glasses. Although, ironically, he doesn't need them. What's going on?
Kevin: Well, I got to thinking about what you said about glasses making you smart, Daria. And hey, you may not believe this, but I could stand to be a little smarter, so I got some.
Daria: You, a little smarter? Not possible.
Kevin: No, no, no. That's what I thought, too. But believe me, it is. You know, I don't want to be a brain or anything. I like having friends. So I got a pair without any lenses. See? (twirls glasses on his finger, which is poking through the empty lens) So now I'll be smart but not too smart.
Daria: Um, I'm not sure if it'll work without any lenses.
Kevin: Really?
Jane: Yeah. Why don't you try one lens and see how that goes?
Kevin: Great idea! Thanks.
Is this the ear you can’t hear on?
George Bailey, I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.
Sledding is a fun but wet activity. Also icy snow hurts your ass.
That was my first time really sledding, it was pretty nice.
I would still rather be dune surfing. But you can’t change the weather…
It isn’t my fault you didn’t hire someone for the holidays. Don’t guilt trip me into risking my safety for a job that pays me minimum wage.
Mint iPhone App!!! →
(via joshnumbersix)
I am really impressed by this! I think this is a rad idea.
I wish I had the kind of parents who try to make you feel better when you are sad. Who try to cheer you up when you are stressed out.
Instead of the kind who tell me it’s my own fault and tell me that I am too sensitive and tell me to shut up.
(im)patiently awaiting heartraces
Snow makes me uneasy.
After a year, I still cry when my mother talks with me about my ex-boyfriend. The cold reminds me of how alone I am. The fact that he is moving to Portland in a few weeks doesn’t help. I haven’t seen him since December 27th, when I kissed him and went through the “security” of the tiny San Luis Obispo airport. Yes, we had been broken up for months...
It’s been a long day.
I just started crying because it’s 14 degrees outside and I came home to find my heater won’t turn on. My stepdad refuses to turn the heat on at night. He and my mom are lucky, they have each other to keep themselves warm.
I am not going to sleep well tonight. I wish I had someone to keep me from freezing.
You heard it here first folks, I am going to die...
"Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin' town." - Fred...
ace138:
Doing research for a present, I found some great quotes about Chicago I’d like to share with you.
“That’s great advertising when you can turn Chicago into a city you’d want to spend more than three hours in.” - Jerry Della Femina
“I think that’s how Chicago got started. A bunch of people in New York said, ‘Gee, I’m enjoying the crime and the poverty, but...
I want a man who speaks like he writes National Geographic, sings like he smokes too much(but doesn’t actually smoke, please?), dresses like he’s on the cover of GQ but thinks that, despite that I am a messy nerdy goofy girl who has achieved jack shit, I’m the greatest thing in the world.
Just kidding, sort of. I just want a dude who can rally at scrabble. LET’S THROW...
I think it says a lot about how fucking delicious In-n-out is that it is already my most popular blog.
That being said, why the fuck do you people only like me for my posting of burgers? Delicious, scrumptious burgers…
The past week I’d been thinking about how badly I needed to get some action. Now all I can think about is how badly I need some In-n-out.
In-n-out cheeseburger or...
I wish I could quit my jobs and spend all my time writing.
Maybe then I’d actually get something done.
I might buy a notebook tomorrow. This computer shit isn’t cutting it.
When I first got my sunflowers tattooed on me, I was very upset with the way they turned out. They were too bright and cartoony to me (see picture post a few tumbls back) … I struggled with mentioning this to George, the artist who did it, but ultimately decided I would be happier letting him know how I felt.
A month or so later, I went back in and got them touched up, shaded in a little...
omg you fucking slut! (on the reaction to the...
jaimeleighfairbrother:
If you are looking for an apology you are looking in the wrong place. If you are waiting for me to repent and beg forgiveness, you’ll want to bring along a book: you might be waiting for some time. Listen and listen closely—I will not say this again. I am not ashamed. I am not filled with regret. I am not going to change my mind. This is who I am. I have a brain and I also...
I found a CD on the ground tonight. It is 17 tracks of mainstream hip-hop and I could not be more excited.
autobiographical tidbit #1
When I hear a noise that strikes me as interesting, I repeat it. It’s a weird and involuntary reflex, and often happens when I hear a laugh that is strange or a phrase that seems odd to me.
Once I realize that I just repeated that unusual laugh or phrase, I usually feel really bad, turn beet read and apologize profusely to the person I may have offended, and have to explain my problem.
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i wanna know...
theslyestfox:
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what was your first CD?
mine was Jagged Little Pill and it is still my #1 go-to when i’m angsty and hateful.
hanson - middle of nowhere.
i think the only song i listened to, though, was mmmbop.
Sadly mine was Britney Spears’ second cd. I forget what its even called now. Wowwww.
ashlee simpson. ahahaha....
It makes me uncomfortable when my best friend tells other people how she thinks I am so much prettier/cooler/more fit/more interesting than she is. It simply is not true.
I don’t mean that in an insecure way. She is outgoing, engaging, gorgeous, has a sweet rack and has led such an interesting life so far.
I just want to look at her and say, Holly, you have a boyfriend who loves you and I...
things that make you go...
otherthings:
jaimeleighfairbrother:
I recently mapped my (real! true! accurate!) sexual history on a spreadsheet. Posting the spreadsheet itself proved too difficult (also: in incredibly bad taste) so I’m just going to throw up the stats. I find them highly interesting. Sidenote: I really, really hope my mom never finds my tumblr.
(Yes, I am hoping this will make you smile. Or laugh. Or...
this is why i am going to devirginize chris' butt...
Benjamin: Wayne! Listen, we need to have a talk about Vanderhoff. The fact is he's the sponsor and you signed a contract guaranteeing him certain concessions, one of them being a spot on the show.
Wayne: [holding a Pizza Hut box] Well that's where I see things just a little differently. Contract or no, I will not bow to any sponsor.
Benjamin: I'm sorry you feel that way, but basically it's the nature of the beast.
Wayne: [holding a bag of Doritos] Maybe I'm wrong on this one, but for me, the beast doesn't include selling out. Garth, you know what I'm talking about, right?
Garth: [wearing Reebok wardrobe] It's like people only do these things because they can get paid. And that's just really sad.
Wayne: I can't talk about it anymore; it's giving me a headache.
Garth: Here, take two of these! [Dumps two Nuprin pills into Wayne's hand]
Wayne: Ah, Nuprin. Little. Yellow. Different.
Benjamin: Look, you can stay here in the big leagues and play by the rules, or you can go back to the farm club in Aurora. It's your choice.
Wayne: [holding a can of Pepsi] Yes, and it's the choice of a new generation.
i hate hippies
drned:
do you hate hippies? i hate hippies. hippies are the fucking worst. i hate them with every manmade fiber of my goddam being. they are awful, awful, terrible human beings. and i nearly punched one tonight. my sweet baby j, dear readers. i nearly punched a hippie in the face.
and that led to me being a dick later on in the night in some ketchup dropping scandal that i felt really shitty...
Elvis Costello - I Want You
…because...
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disapprovingmonkey:
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disapprovingmonkey:
The guy next to me at work is going to India tomorrow for 3 weeks (and probably moving there for his job in February) and I’m so jealous I could spit.
The phrase “I could spit” fills me with both near-laughter, and near revolution. It’s a funny thing to say, but in the South, people often actually spit…and...
Someday I want someone to call me a saucy minx, and mean it.
barelysarcasm:
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