January 2010
52 posts
Fuck the Penguins.
Just sayin’.
"That's the trouble with this stinking world:...
“You were right.”
It does me no good to hear this. I might come off as the type to appreciate the acknowledgement that I knew best all along, (because I usually do) and I might project an attitude of bitter and unabashed righteousness, (because I usually am) but there’s a lot of times that I don’t always like to know that my infinite wisdom was…well, wise. (even...
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When was the last time you wanted to have sex?
Like, honestly wanted to? Like, I’d go through with it? Or, me just being a normal twenty-something horny male? Honestly wanted to: before I adopted my current stance of misogyny. Twenty-something: Every waking moment.
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have you ever attempted to peer in my windows?
I don’t even need to know who this is to answer this question thusly: If I know you by face and by name and where you live, I’m very familiar with how your bedroom looks from the outside.
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“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.”
– Virginia Woolf (via bitchville)
“And even if we did have only Christians in our midst, if we expelled every...”
– Barack Obama
Junk food love.
I’m definitely one to indulge in junk food. If not junk food, I might eat to excess during my normal meals. I’ll be the one to go back to the table that has on it what I should be eating for lunch the next day as leftovers, instead taking a bit more immediately. Instant gratification. No regard for consequence.
This is America, and it’s a land of plenty, a land of splendor, so...
If you got worries, then you're like me, don't... →
I'd like to sing somebody to sleep.
Goodnight, my lady,
I’ll greet you with your morning light,
I’ll be there when the sun’s fighting gravity,
On its way down from the sky,
Of course, leave it to you and me,
To just now be wiping sleep from our eyes,
When the rest of the world is crawling back to work,
Dreaming up their alibis,
And, that’s where I’m currently...
“It’s a glow-in-the-dark compass ring…so you won’t get lost.”
– Tom Hanks, Big.
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what’s your biggest regret?
Never having a great answer to this question.
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And more
I’d like to kiss you with no makeup on,
But, this goes against me being untethered,
So, I’ll save us the trouble,
Making time up for double,
And, I’ll go to bed, instead.
lol wut
Just bowled a 200 sandwich with 186’s for my bread. Eat it. Eat it up.
Smokers.
I’m not a smoker,
But, maybe I am,
Just a little, at the bar,
Or, when I’m driving,
Or, when I’m smoking,
On beers, steady choking,
The bar affords such luxuries,
Like snaking lights,
Like singing nights,
Or, getting away with murders,
Murdering someone else’s words,
While I clumsily strike away,
Striking out shots with empty women,
Who I knew were empty to...
I feel like Outback Steakhouse should probably change their slogan to something along the lines of, “Outback Steakhouse: It’s ALMOST food!”
Male adolescence and other unrelateds.
So, I work at a record store, and on a wall near to the checkout counter, we have a Pink Floyd box set for sale. On the cover are a few naked women emerging from the ocean, backs turned to the camera. Basically, a nice ass shot, but obviously, nothing crude. Just a butt. And a back. And legs. Other things that you’d commonly see on a naked human from behind. Anyway, if an adolescent male...
“Stalker’s my whole style, and if I’ll get caught I’ll deny,...”
– Yoni Wolf of WHY? (not Jon Bogdas)
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Transcending Logic →
fringeelements:
In a stickam discussion yesterday, I was discussing the problem with an omnipotent god. This person, will call him Jay, said that while it is definitionally impossible for something omnipotent to exist, god can still exist because god transcends logic.
Now, even if there was a 0.00001% possibility of there being a god, I would be an atheist. There is also an infinitesimally...
Morning Sickness.
If my eyes leaked fear in front of you,
Prodding on the ground, looking for pride in the snow,
Would you set me up straight in your bedroom?
Bind my wrists with handkerchiefs; remind me what you brought me here to show,
I’m taking love how it comes, now, with no excuses,
So, don’t call me love, if you don’t want to do this,
Thought I was tough, but now I’m buzzing like a fluorescent light,
...
Yes, I'm looking at your tits, and yes, I'd like... →
Tumblarity.
It’s dead.
Clumped skin.
I’ve got clumped skin under my fingernails,
Like sadists and rape victims do,
And if I don’t clean up quite soon enough,
Somebody might mistake me for you,
But, little did they know,
I was just another bro,
With my hipster fixie chariot,
And Saab turbo.
Apparently.
Apparently, I have to change something about myself, but I’m not quite sure what it is.
Apparently, I have to be more punctual, less lethargic, and involved less in myself, but more in the things that I’m doing.
Apparently, nothing anybody’s ever said to me ever moves on up from my short-term memory to the deluxe apartment in the sk…er, sorry…my long-term memory.
...
There was this time...
I wasn’t alone, though. I had some musical accompaniment. And, I had a scorching pain radiating from the pit of my stomach up through my esophagus. Doctors refer to it as GIRD. The commercials call it heartburn. I call it by an even more familiar name: Hell.
Why do they leave? Have they just grown too accustomed to my sardonic wit, perhaps like an inflammatory food or beverage that’s...