January 2011
1 post
“The definition of insanity, is taking my skills test every 3 months and...”
– Dead Wring Her #394
March 2010
5 posts
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“Tumblr, I’m so sorry that I forgot about you for eight months! I’m...”
July 2009
28 posts
So, I have been following sweethomestyle for a bit now on Tumblr. They post an overwhelmingly large number of delicious pretty house pictures everyday, for my viewing enjoyment. So much, in fact, that sometimes I find it hard to keep up with them all, and take whole afternoons (or portions thereof) to catch up. It’s like an addiction. I can’t miss even one. What if that is the life...
me: i'm thinking of wearing my knee length brown shorts to sea world.
sister: oh, good idea! i was going to wear my khaki shorts, but brown shorts are a much better idea. i'll wear mine, too.
me: don't you think matching shorts is a little ridiculous? we're grownups, remember?
sister: no, they're a slightly different shade of brown. it will be fine. i'm definitely wearing them.
me: wonderful. so i can safely assume from now on that if i tell you what i will be wearing somewhere, you will decide to wear the same thing, and it will be up to ME to change unless i want to look like a pair of creepy overgown twins? thaaanks.
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I’m finding that it’s a LOT easier to create an amazing fashion collage on polyvore when you set out to do just that. It is another story altogether, when you try to cram the five nailpolishes, two sunglasses, and one giant pink hobo bag you bought this afternoon, into some sort of visually appealing configuration.
June 2009
30 posts
Remembering why Dads are infuriating.
daughter: Where's the silver duct tape?
dad: The silver duct tape, is for silver ducts.
daughter: Why do I care?
dad: Because, clearly, you will not be using it for silver ducts. Therefore, you don't need to know where it is.
“Established in 2005, Sprinkle Brigade is a group of guys that still live in...”
– http://sprinklebrigade.com/team.html
Why does everyone on TV have to yell at me? I swear, lately, I have the damn thing on mute more than I don’t. I’m not watching your news show, no matter how high you raise your eyebrows. I’m not buying your food if you act like when I get to your restaurant, you’ll shove it down my throat as hard as you can. And I wili certainly NEVER buy a car from you, if you...
“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a...”
– Nicole Krauss - The History of Love (via 52books)