August 2009
45 posts
Today my roommate made a sandwich with my bread, the last of my turkey, my (previously unopened) cheese, my lettuce. She put it in a bag, and put that bag in the fridge. We don’t share food. Does this mean that sandwich is mine? Why would she make such a sandwich? Why, having made such a sandwich, would she fail to eat it? Did someone ELSE make the sandwich? Is she planning to take it to...
An upgrade in every way.
This makes sense only to me, but I am a-ok with that.
Upgrade. :-)
shutupinternet:
Don Henley - The Boys of Summer
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azaztheunabridged:
isabelthespy:
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I woke up this morning to a long train whistle, convinced that caltrain was in the process of crashing outside the house. There’s no carnage though, so I guess I was wrong. Thank you, anxiety dreams!
Hey duderinos…
You know, when you reblog my stuff, if you could do it using the little reblog button instead of just typing in where you found it, then I get a little popup thing that says you reblogged me and a little bump in my tumblarity points, which, lame as they are, is like a quantifiable ego boost.
You can edit it however you like, take whatever I wrote off of the picture, but I...
“She Doesn’t Get It” - The...
azaztheunabridged:
isabelthespy:
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I am laughing hysterically, silently, in my room, at 2:21 am, to This American Life, on my iPhone.
This is become my life.
I think I like it.
in Bb 2.0 - a collaborative music/spoken word... →
This is so freaking cool. Go to this site, take it at its word, play around for a while. So cool.
“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m...”
– Charlie, The Perks of Being A Wallflower (QFT) (via jessesopher)
“Time flies when you misuse math!”
– Walt
Ow.
OH MY GOD, SERIOUSLY, THE AWKWARD. I AM STILL HAVING AWKWARD AFTERSHOCKS. AAAAAAGH.
Ohhhh, the awkward. So, SO awkward.