December 2009
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I so stole this question from someone else, but since it’s such a cool question I really don’t care:
The zombie apocalypse is upon us. You can only pick three other people (one you know in real life, one on twitter, and one fictional) and two weapons to aid you. What/who would they be?
This is a great question, because it forces you to think about the inevitable...
RT @warrenellis: Good morning, time bandits. That screaming noise you can hear is the year spinning down. Please use the exits provided.
The Sting of the Scorpions
So yesterday I posted this as my “Arch Nemesis Wednesday”. The post got a few ‘likes’ so I was curious if folks were just being nice, or if anyone else has had a bad experience with this hateful fucking song.
You see, when I was a teenager, I attended a school dance. All night long I was eyeing this girl across the room. She was beautiful. Her smile shone on her...
pikkutiikeri:
sunday:
If your blog has an autoplay music thingy, I autohate you.
I autoclose every tab that plays music without my permission. Also, instant unfollow. This isn’t the 90’s. Not that most of the people I follow would actually remember those ‘homepages’ that had some cheesy midi in the background. That’s right, a fucking midi.
(Thus endeth my patronizing 80’s kid rant.)
So I...
Sometimes I just feel like the dog that gets kicked.
Write one leaf about a word you find difficult to...
(via writeoneleaf)
Liaison. I-A-I. What the hell?
Not only does my employer use Internet Explorer, they use an OUTDATED version of Internet Explorer.
No, YOU’RE eating a cheeseball for lunch.
My stomach’s trying to tell me something. Sounds like, “Stop eating so much unhealthy shit, you fucking idiot!”. Bossy.
So….I can’t access Formspring right now if anyone is waiting for answers to questions. :P
Internal Memo
To: Brain
From: Stomach
Subject: Storage Capacity
Could you please advise Mouth to cease intake of all further product until we are able to clear the storage space of it’s current inventory. Thank you.
Dated: Right now.
Mac: But our shenanigans are cheeky and fun!
Thorny: [referring to Farva] Yeah, and his shenanigans are cruel and tragic.
Foster: [after a pause] Which... makes them not really shenanigans at all.
Mac: [in a silly voice] Evil shenanigans!
I’m thinking of picking up a Netbook in the near future. Anyone have one and able to offer any advice?
A watched Tumblr never updates....
….but I leave for a few hours and you guys become fucking prolific.
I really shouldn’t be left alone in the office.
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And The Winners Are....
So there’s been a celebrity crush meme going around the last couple days. I’m a bit late to the game, but whatever.
Yeah. So those are definitely top five-ish.
Really, buddy? A vanity plate that reads GETRDUN1? Really? It’s like you WANT people to know you’re an idiot.
Jeebus. The Xmas lights on this house in my neighbourhood should come with a warning: MAY INDUCE SEIZURES. It’s like Clark Griswold got a hold of a few thousand intermittent bulbs.
Should I See New Moon?
zdarsky:
Hey,
Thinking of going tonight. Found some pretty convincing reviews. Should I believe them?
-Chip.
“Suggestive scenes … may still delight … fans.” -GLOBE & MAIL “Jacob’s body grows harder and harder before Bella’s widening eyes … appreciative.” -NEW YORK TIMES “The characters in this movie … moan. Never have teenagers been … greater …” ROGER EBERT ““New Moon” is … an...
Anyone interested in being my Internet shrink? Only qualification is telling me what I want to hear.
Need to train 3yr old how to make me coffee. That’s a valuable life skill.
What is it, exactly?
Okay, ladies. I need a little help here. Sometimes I take a look at the guys on television or what not that gals swoon over and I’m left scratching my head as to what exactly it is about them that is so appealing. Here are a few examples:
Robert Pattinson
Leonardo DiCaprio
Patrick Dempsey
It’s not that I think they’re ugly dudes, I just don’t get the swoon...
Balls. I need to stop drinking. Stupid blood sugar.
It feels strange to say “I love you” to someone I’ve never met, but no other words seem sufficient to describe how I feel.
Surviving the holidays. With alcohol.
Hand eye coordination compromised.
My inbox runneth empty. Ask your crazy, depraved questions here. I will answer. Truth. http://www.formspring.me/idsploder
Holy fuck. Enough. Unfollow.
And then...
aimee-b-loved:
Yeah this is totally rude I know, but whatevs. How old ARE you, actually?
I’m 24. I know that’s not old, TECHNICALLY. But I feel old. And part of that is because my darling mother keeps reminding me that I’m not hitting important (to her) life benchmarks - i.e. marriage and children and home ownership. But I like to think that I have a different path to travel.
Ask me...
