i feel good about this
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i used the wrong “then” on one of my tags. see if you can find it before i kill myself.
Also, is it racist if this blew my fucking mind?
So I should go ahead and give up, right?
This is an accurate portrayal of how I got ready for work this morning. Something happened to my alarm which caused it to not go off (this is me passive aggressively admitting that I turned it off in my sleep) and I woke up at 8:23 am. I got to work with my hair soaking wet and wearing an outfit that can’t even be explained. On the plus side, I was only 10 minutes late and no one cared.
Amazing Take Care Cover.
I’m hyperventilating over this. This is really incredible and I’m listening to it on a loop. Who are you and why are you doing this in the dark? If I did this, I would prop a camera right in front of my face and never let anyone else into the frame.
edit: I just looked him up and he’s fucking awesome. His name is Joseph Somo and he looks like that one guy from O-Town.
An emotional history of the Gay Rights Movement.
Everybody watch this.
I watched this at work and actually had to go to the bathroom and cry for a little bit. This is really important. I’m a pretty selfish 20-something but this is something I care about more than I can put into words.
Half Nelson 2: Throwing Desks with the Guy from the Weird Stella Artois Commercials*
Seriously though, I don’t know about this…it looks a little martyry. I’m neither here nor there when it comes to Adrien Brody and I haven’t seen American History X, so I don’t really know what to expect from a “Tony Kaye Talkie”. Other than cringing every time I remember he referred to his movie as a “talkie”.
I will say that-in the style of Half Nelson-this is another classic case of Hollywood trying to sell gorgeous people playing world weary teachers, which is come ooooonnnnnnnnnuh such an eye roller. Christina Hendricks?!? Are you serious? I had an English teacher in 6th grade who was probably a 4 out of 10 for looks but she had enormous fake boobs, and my friends and I always used to be like, “Why is she a teacher with a rack like that??” 6th grade.
*You guys saw those, right? Where he’s a jazz singer whose scatting makes all the women cry? The bizarrest.
So I laughed the whole way through this because it just feels like a cross between Dangerous Minds, Pretty Woman and Half Nelson. It’s the kind of thing where everyone takes themselves so seriously and they all think they’re going to get oscars. It just feels very self congratulatory. All these troubled, beautiful people who have thankless jobs and are just handing out life lessons and crying while looking out the windows of city busses? Maybe it’ll prove me wrong and be really good but until it does, all i can’ think to say is “uuuuuuugggggghhhhhh.”
Please watch the above video and return to this commentary after you have finished viewing. HOW MUCH DID YOU HATE EVERY SECOND OF THAT?! ok good, me too. First of all, if you’re a long time follower of this blog, then you are well acquainted with my foot phobia. Aside from that, I can’t get over the fact that one of the things that makes me most uncomfortable is hot feet. In fact, it gives me a slight panic attack if my socks are too thick or I can’t escape the trappings of my foot warming sheets. Who wants to microwave their feet? Is your circulation really so poor that your feet are bricks of ice most of the time? If so, I would say a trip to the old general practitioner is in order as opposed to running out and ordering your very own pair of Hot Booties. If your feet are cold, shouldn’t a regular, non-microwaveable pair of slippers do the trick? I just think medically there’s an issue if you feel you need to nuke any part of your costume.
an email from my mother
I thought you were going to put something on your blog every day. You’re a couple of days behind. I’m waiting…..
xoxo
ugh, shut up mom! it’s just like her to hold me accountable for the things i say i’m going to do. what is this? high school? yes mom, i’ll finish my homework after this episode of felicity!
i’m really glad no one has called me out on my very half-ass(ed?) posts recently. it’s just that excuse, excuse excuse, followed by other excuse!
my very first boyfriend’s little brother is on perez hilton’s website today. so, basically i’m famous.
today is…kinda fucked.
people are so fucking in love with themselves sometimes that they can’t admit to a mistake.
all i do at this job is hold my fucking tongue. i take the blame for a lot of things i didn’t do mostly because i don’t want to be petty. maybe that’s bad for my career?
oh wait, this isn’t my career. i only have this job because it provides heath insurance. ugh, i’m moving to canada slash england slash anywhere else that has universal healthcare for it’s citizens. so if anyone from any of those countries wants to marry a sarcastic, messy, flakey woman who doesn’t believe in gender roles (unless they directly benefit me) hit me up!
Once again, Emily Gadd has done me right. Just listen and laugh for the rest of your life.
katharinebarnes asked: Hey. Here's something: You know how you replied to my post in note form? HOW DOES ONE DO THIS? I wanted to hit you back with a dope comment (I get all 90s when I'm flustered), but I can't figure out how.
Do you mean you want to reply to my reply? Or you wanted to reply on one of my posts? Because to reply on someone’s post there should be a reply button next to the reblog and like buttons. But like, I’ve definitely seen people reply to a reply but I have no idea how to do it. I feel like people who are internet famous know how to do that. I have one friend who’s internet famous who might be able to help us out. Obviously, mrdanger, I’m looking at you. Get in on this.
