I’m alone in the DJ booth with a full pot of coffee in my belly jamming to the Footloose soundtrack and compulsively nom’ing clementines. Now who’s having the better Christmas?
Why Handwriting Is History - an article in the NY Times
(via tug-a-lu) [I love that my mom now tumbl’s.]
My mom just called me to tell me that her and my dad went to the senior citizen center. They played bingo and won laundry detergent, a box of vanilla wafers, a shirt, and a can of salmons. She was so excited.
I don’t want to get old.
That sounds pretty cool to me!
Up until the last year, I had never knocked over a glass of liquid. I think the count has reached like 15 for this month already. This year will be known as the Year of the Klutz.
Too bad the 90’s sucked dick.
This is bullshit for reasons I don’t have enough time before work to list. But expect a serious lecture next time I see you, Wong-Ken.
There was a beautiful maiden
Whom the prince drifted into love with
Like a New Mexico made from apple thunder and long
glass beds.” —(initiate panic-attack re: haven’t begun my piece that’s due at 5:30 … now!)
- Watch movies and documentaries!
- Arrested Development marathon
- Learn 10 new GRE words a day (ha…)
I can help with these ones!
Daisy left me a little bottle of Sprite and a Dunkin Donuts bag in the fridge with Sharpie’d letters spelling out “Happy B-Day, B!” Best roommate ever.
- Me: Hope it was nothing too profound in that case.
- Erik: Haha, no not at all, more just 'you dont have to be My friend because its my birthday' addressing pat while you grabbed his butt, all in good fun