February 2010
50 posts
Jack & Ginger is +++++!
my fat black cat Malcolm was just talking (meowing) in his sleep!!! ZOMG, it was the cutest thing everrrrrrrr.
this infographic is +++++! →
at the movies the other day...
me: you should stop acting so crazy. people are coming down the hallway.
samantha: they can't see me, i'm in my annex of invisibility.
me: your annex of invisibility is surrounded by a sphere of reality.
samantha: i'm bashing against that sphere with a shield of childhood imagination and wonderment.
going to the movies: +++++
popcorn: ——-
the song in my head today: When You Were Young by...
I just finished irrigating my nasal passages with my new Neti Pot. some interesting things flowed out including some blue material. well, bluish-gray. actually, it was gray. gray matter came out of my nose. should I be worried?
I Wish You Well by Letters to Cleo from Josie and...
my group in this accounting class wants to do boring old surveillance systems but I wanted to do a zombie laser tag facility. LAME! our company name is No Doubt though. that’s the only redeeming quality!
here’s something i bet you’ve never...
beautiful and haunting.
Slow Life by Grizzly Bear...
priveleged white girls throwing around words like “wetback” and “nigger” in casual conversation isn’t funny or cute. just so you know.
I’m pitching an idea for a tv show to TLC. here it is:
follow a motley team of cops and ex-cons as they investigate paranormal activity, rescue pit bulls, and run a fancy cake business. equal parts drama, hilarity, and tender moments. also, the whole cast is made up of little people.
what if at the end of the Rogue Festival, all the performers get together and they sing “we’re all stars now in the Rogue show…”? wouldn’t that be cool?
my favorite Shakira song, Que Me Quedes Tu
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i <3 dreaming about zombies. but not when my grandma is one and my sisters and i have to kill her :/
this is the only Lil Wayne song that i like.
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Chef Marimoto’s food is always disgusting and if you disagree, we can’t be friends anymore.
you know, Face, you can stop breaking out any time now. we’ve been 25 years old for a couple of months, it’s perfectly fine.
my little sister just read my earlier post about ginger ale and asked me why i didn’t like to share my sodas when we were younger. could it be that when she was little, she would stick her tongue into the plastic bottle while she was taking a sip? yeah, maybe that’s what it was.
you will learn to hate me but still call me...
my love affair with ginger ale started about fifteen years ago. when my aunt would house sit for her friend, she’d sometimes take me with her. she lived in a nice house near Fresno State and it had a pool. i would swim in the pool and my aunt let me place my very own can of raspberry ginger ale from Schweppes beside the pool. swimming and savoring an entire soda can that i didn’t have...
this song makes me ache.
Michigan by Josh Rouse
go cry about it, why don’t you?
Slow...