February 2012
3 posts
I listened to the aforementioned Joe song on repeat thanks to a mix cd from a frenemy back in 2001 on my spring vacation to rural mexico. My dad was having a post divorce meltdown but I didn’t know it at the time; I just knew he was sort of losing it at the airport when we didn’t have notarized permission from my mother to leave the country. It sort of crushes my core to remember him...
I think we’re in Alaska since we’re running after Santa Claus and Alaska is closer to Santa Claus. He’s wearing a navy blue track suit and carrying two brown eggs. I’m a young boy followed by another young boy and we’re here to get Santa’s eggs. One drops. Young boy grabs it. The second falls. Santa looks back but decides it’s not worth getting caught. I...
January 2012
3 posts
Not Safe for Human Consumption: jasencomstock: I... →
jasencomstock:
I am feeling totally cheated. The New Hampshire primary is over, and none of the Republicans went away.
Has Romney figured out how to explain the nearly identical-to-Obama’s health care law that Massachusetts passed when he was governor?
Yes! This is all about each…
“For most of life, nothing wonderful happens. If you don’t enjoy getting up and...”
– Andy Rooney
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December 2011
15 posts
I’m getting super down with my British roots and listening to Green Sleeves and O Holy Night (by renowned English druid, Celine Dion). I used to crack open my parents’ “Celtic Odyssey” CD and pine for the mists of Avalon and seals that turned into women. Now I’m for real and go to Ales Stenar but I only see women turn into expats.
“I thought that in order to make yogurt myself, I needed to invest in a yogurt...”
– I’m aiming for making my own yogurt without sounding like I have kale in my vagina.
Last night I came up with a song.
It’s called “Chillin with My Motherfuckin Dog.”
I have this acute anxiety that my friends in the US are leaving me behind. I keep dreaming that they are mocking me or disparaging me, usually in really bizarre places like a Disney Land located on a reservation atop a doomed and haunted mountain mansion I shoot out of in a carboat from a great altitude into a churning river with messages raining down on me shot by arrow telling me how to safely...
my "blog" will now be an affirmation blog.
I’ve decided to shower today (applause). I’m hell of sexy. Even though I will most likely spend tonight alone with my dog, I’ma lotion myself up, drink some wine and maybe eat some cheese—on crackers, this isn’t like last (night) time. I’ve applied for two jobs which is almost better than actually having a job. I’m hell of productive. Don’t fuck with...
November 2011
1 post
October 2011
10 posts
“The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to...”
– John Updike (via)
this is insufferable.
i have no appropriate outlet for my facebook fragging (food bragging) rage. i think i’ll just unfriend everyone.
Naomi Wolf: how I was arrested at Occupy Wall... →
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kateoplis:
“Last night I was arrested in my home town, outside an event to which I had been invited, for standing lawfully on the sidewalk in an evening gown.
Let me explain; my partner and I were attending an event for the Huffington Post, for which I often write: Game Changers 2011, in a venue space on Hudson Street. As we entered the space, we saw that about 200 Occupy Wall...
Scariest comic I've ever read in my life. And it's... →
whydoihaveablog:
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I screamed and shut my laptop. You’re welcome and I’m sorry.
“Maybe this microphone is kaput. Or maybe there are too many cats around it.”
– My mom
http://thehominginstinct.tumblr.com/post/1102661439... →
thehominginstinct:
I don’t know if the rest of the country refers to small homes built during World War II up until the mid-fifties for returning veterans as “War Boxes” but we in Seattle do! They are typically small, 2 to 3 bedrooms and less than 1400 square feet. Back in the day, families didn’t think anything of…
my mom is cute
I have cared about the Amanda Knox trial for precisely six hours but it is already the most important thing in my life. Obviously I’m joking because that’s a crazy person thing to write.
But since my heart-pounding anxiety has subsided, I’ve begun to reflect on two things:
First, I’m having a hard time distinguishing between Amanda and myself. I keep thinking, I gotta get...
“Don’t let me pull my pants up and down my waist/I’m on the right...”
– Sam
September 2011
4 posts
Lord knows we all love being frivolous with our...
bingegardening:
Let’s all sign this petition to forgive our student loans just in case it could actually happen. And then let’s all spend the rest of the day dreaming about what it would feel like to be debt-free.
And then if it does happen, let’s all go on a road trip to Wall Drug.
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Wall St Occupation Enters 3rd Day →
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August 2011
12 posts
“Excuse me little mama but you could say I’m a dooly, I’m looking for...”
– Sam
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I’ve started a new blog dedicated to the Things I Google. Since I’ll have about three followers I’m not concerned about copyright infringement but maybe I’ll change the names to Mings I Moogle. I’m a genius.
July 2011
22 posts
