Shelley Duvall is Crazy →
sounds like her and anne heche (“celestia”) should go bowling for reals.
for a semi-soft time, call 555-5555*– bathroom stall at work. quite charming, really. *phone numbers have been changed to protect the innocent (and apparently, the “semi-soft”)
Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last...– Flannery O’Connor (via psychotherapy) it sometimes seems like we learn our hardest, most powerful lessons when we are young.
starbucks vs indie coffee houses
the truth is, dollop coffee/espresso/chai is far superior tasting to anything starbucks could ever dream of. *however* that being said, when i am in the mood for a fatty drink (anything with caramel or mocha), starbucks gets it Riiiiight. so its understandable that while the indie places tend to be a little more sophisticated and want you to actually taste the coffee in your coffee, right now...
goals for this week
successfully carmelize onions finalize plans for the new apartment watch the entire first season of dexter fully enjoy the company of my family snag an interview with the info tape man himself, peter francis geraci plan a date for friday that includes castle crashers and pizza i set high expectations for myself.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
thingsidontunderstandand: Time zones. Telescopes. How to fold a fitted sheet. i too have yet to fully understand how to fold a fitted sheet properly.
The Claim: Some Dogs Look Like Their Owners →
ummm, my mother and trinket, anyone?
We have triumphed over the abysses of space, with rouge, with powder, with...– Virginia Woolf, The Waves (1931). And don’t you fuckin forget it. (via meaghano)
the best kind of work environment includes a huge birthday cake from sweet mandy b’s, a guy running around with a black bra on his head (little mickey mouse ears!), and a michael jackson impersonator dancing on a table.
classic sophomore year convo, happening right now
vm: I mean, who will I screw next?
me: an attractive professor? i mean, really, i think you are beyond all this
and need a jt wilson. REALLY.
vm: at least someone who can afford to buy me dinner.
thom yorke, stfu
i do not want to hear your radiohead(ed) nonsense when i’m recovering from a killer hangover. itunes shuffle is mainly to blame, but seriously, get off of my computer, stat. i need to pull it together somehow so i can crawl to the store for sex in a pan ingredients and get my party on for ladies night tonight.
birds ate my face.– chuck palahniuk, invisible monsters (re-reading this baby for the nth time and loving every second of it)
no work plus beach plus picnic lunch
equals one awesome day.
Sesame Street will have a Mad Men parody this year →
gah, this is going to be so awesome via jezebel