January 2011
34 posts
The 10 Creepiest "Are You Afraid of the Dark"... →
secretary:
viewparadise:
“The Tale of the Thirteenth Floor” STILL creeps me out. THOSE FUCKING ALIENS WITH NO EYES OR MOUTHS.
THE LONELY GHOST ONE, SERIOUSLY, WTF.
See also: LAUGHING IN THE DARK.
The only episode that really sticks out for me, after all of these years, is the one where a girl’s mom is selling a house, and she keeps going into a vacant room. In that room, some...
“The current popular unrest in the Arab world has a lot of lessons for...”
– Michael Hirsh for the National Journal: The WikiLeaks Revolt (via kateoplis)
dropping the e-bomb
I’m assisting a friend with a writing sample for a college transfer thing. This is not the same friend who assumed I would write her actual college assignments for her lit classes, but a friend who is smart and awesome and trying to transfer into a pharmacology program. So, I’m writing stuff about pharmacists and healthcare and blah blah blah.
I felt inclined to talk about network...
on swooning
I’m not sure how it took close to nine years of sleeping* with men to uncover the appeal of waking up to freckled, sculpted shoulders softened by sunlight, but it did. And now I fear that it’s something which can’t be undone.
*I mean Zzz and not XXX, but I suppose they go hand in hand, really.
the simple life
I have trouble finding things to keep me busy on my days off of work. Usually I get at least one a week, but I can find something to do with coworkers on week nights. On weekends, they all work crazy late so when it’s a Friday night and I’m magically home, I am lost.
Sooo….I’m eating left over hot and sour soup and watching some NetFlix Instant with my beer that’s...
WatchMama’s family excludes homeless people.
Sheesh, lady.
to-do list
1) essentials shopping — toothpaste, groceries, waitressing pens, q-tips
2) laundry!
3) tidying up the house (I have a mini baking party on Sunday).
4) dishes
5) purchasing a curtain panel or two
6) maybe buy a snow shovel? (although I swear I saw one here…)
7) snow shoes…not the tennis racket looking ones, but just snow appropriate shoes.
No Great Illusion: This is Something That Happened... →
nogreatillusion:
I can’t sleep. It’s 5 AM. I need to write this all down so I can stop thinking about it.
I work evenings and get home very late, usually around 12:30 or 1 AM. When I got home a few hours ago, I found that my key wouldn’t open my apartment door. I had had this trouble with the door to the building…
Sigh. I’m not going to lie, things like this make me want a manly...
“Girl, you’re all smart and shit. Like, no no, I knew you were a smart...”
– potentially sexist coworker of three months
coldplums:
a: well, what do you think about?
me [in earnest]: how will we arrange our books?!?! that is what i think about. will we get rid of duplicates? how will it work!!
a: psh. we will arrange them by color. obviously. and then we will burn the duplicates on the front lawn to make a statement to the neighbors.
Eeee!
Salon: Why I Can't Stop Reading Mormon Housewife... →
leilacohanmiccio:
I don’t know, maybe it’s just because I have a fever, but pretty much all I’ve been interested in doing today is reading Mormon hipster housewife blogs. All these ladies have immaculately decorated houses and the perfect red lipstick and really cute outfits and good looking husbands and precious fat babies and, basically, make Mormonism look like an ad for Anthropologie.
A...
“I’m going to go home, lie in my shower with my bong, and cry with my thumb in my...”
– my co-worker, after completing the new and insidious system of exhausting sidework that takes for-fucking-ever and is full of just enough mind-numbingly banal tasks to stop and question if all that under- and post-graduate work was a dream, a distant, fabricated dream. (via flamelikeme)
you know you're from Arkansas when...
your facebook news feed contains just as many “Happy Robert E. Lee Day”s as it does references to MLK Day. Eeek! It takes a big set of porcelain white balls to post something like that.
perspective
When I was a kid and watched beauty pageants I was always amazed by the talent competition — how were they all so talented? Now I’m an adult and realize that the singing and dancing is all sub-par, the sets are 90 seconds long, and the notes are just slightly off. And really, if you can afford to put your daughter in the pageant circuit, you can afford to put her through singing...
on scholarship programs
“From the state producing the most ethanol in the US, I give you gas, I am Miss Iowa!”
“From the state with two seasons: winter and August — and that’s one awesome August — I am Miss Montana.”
“I am from the state where all women share one dream and not one husband! I am Miss Utah!”
“From the state that touches more states than any...
the right side of the bed
This morning I woke-up before my alarm went off and was able to grab a Subway breakfast sammich and coffee. I pulled into my house at the very last second that I was able to put my trash on the curb (something I missed the past two weeks).
Feelin’ Lucky!
(Now to work a double shift on less than five hours of sleep. Yow!)
re: we miss you and want you back!
Sadly, this email was not from some studly exboyfriend or coalition of exboyfriends, but from an auto insurance company. Bor-ring. And it’s not that I’m pining for any exes, but it feels awesome to be wanted and not want back.
de-runk
Me: And it’s totally OK, because I won’t jump you or anything. I’m totally over my Andy Crush. Former Super-Crush: Uh, this is getting awkward. Me: awkward for you, because I’m totally awesome. FSC: you are totally awesome! Me: sucks for you then!
In Blue Valentine fashion, I had a dream last night that spanned an entire relationship. The guy was scrawny and rich and great in bed, but he was manipulative and wouldn’t let me sleep in the same room as him. We danced. His exgirlfriend kept calling my phone. There were broken chards of glass on all of the floors, day after day, and I was constantly cleaning or fixing something. When...
WatchFun fact! I actually follow three Mormon bloggers. This girl has my name and is the same age as me. Also, she teaches me things about hair.
Bad Hangover
I’m sitting in a dress in front of my TV eating a sausage biscuit and remembering all of the things I told people that I shouldn’t have told people. Sign of a great night!
