time and stuff
I read a quote from 1995, and my instant reaction was “pft that was like ten years ago…wait, wait, oh shit it is almost 2012…that was almost twenty years ago” Time is strange, nostalgia, etc…
Girl I went to high school with is “so happy to be freee” after breaking up with someone I’m pretty sure she was dating for like a month… This is why I have like 5 friends.
Control my foot in your ass
Just took Roscoe for a walk around the park. He’s extremely friendly with other dogs and people and gets excited when he sees other dogs and always wants to say hello. With smaller dogs (usually the only ones who aren’t friendly) or with owners who aren’t paying attention I just tell him no, and we keep walking. Today, there was some little rat dog that he got excited about but...
I hate EVERYONE.– Child outside
edgarsux: I may not be good at algebra, or chemistry, or outdoor activities, or managing my money, or public speaking, or speaking in general, or driving, or judging art, or making art really, but I’ll be damned if I can’t eat around a piece of cake for twenty minutes without leaving any evidence of my having touched your food whatsoever. The secret is to flip the entire thing over and steal...
Your local bookstore is expensive and inefficient. Amazon is thriving and growing. This is business. Shut up.
wellalright: now kim kardashian is the most powerful kim in the world.
Really think i could heat this shit up and serve it to someone and they would think it’s freakin progresso.
update on that vegetable soup salsa
me: brad, taste this so you can tell me it tastes like vegetable soup and I’m not crazy brad: do you like it? me: what the hell. NO. It tastes like soup! brad, tasting: oh that is weird. It does taste like soup. guys, never buy herdez mild salsa. I feel like i’m dipping my chips in soup and it’s really weird.
maybe it because I’m a little drunk but this salsa tastes like straight up vegetable soup. Get the hell out of here. what was I thinking getting mild salsa.
Roscoe’s sleeping, I’m shopping for Christmas presents, and Brad’s playing guitar. What a wonderful Saturday night.
I don’t know how people deal with partners who snore. Last night I couldn’t sleep and I was considering telling Brad to stop breathing so loud. Hey! Trying to sleep over here, COULD YOU BREATHE ANY HEAVIER?
Internet? Tumblr? What's my name? What day is it?
Brad came home to PA then we had thanksgiving and fun times and then we packed up and drove to our new home in San Diego and it took a week to finally get internet… BUT HERE I AM.