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Beca: Born To Fly

Well, there goes my disco career.

They move like little robots.

I WAS RIGHT! THIS IS REAL! THIS IS A REAL THING THAT HAPPENED!

Pretty sure I just found the best Tumblr on the Internet just now.

Pretty sure I just found the best Tumblr on the Internet just now.

AMERICA.

AMERICA.

Man, I thought wedding Toms were pushing it. But this, this pushes comfortable bridal fashion to a whole new level of puke.

Introducing: The UGG Wedding Collection.

Because you always wanted to look like a beached polar bear on your big day.

Man, I thought wedding Toms were pushing it. But this, this pushes comfortable bridal fashion to a whole new level of puke.

Introducing: The UGG Wedding Collection.

Because you always wanted to look like a beached polar bear on your big day.

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN: Because the Night

Patti Smith’s version of this always creeped the s’mores Pop-Tarts out of me as a child. In some warped way, I equated it to Alannah Myles’ “Black Velvet”* and various Stevie Nicks solo songs and that was very not good. 

Anyway, this, this rules.

* I just watched the video for this and what the hell is that guitarist doing? His hair is cut like a knight-in-training and it appears to be a look that’s working because by the end of it, Alannah is definitely signing “if you please” into his crotch. Take note, fellas.

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The first cat, aptly named Meow, is 2 years old. He weighs 40 lbs. and waddles freely around somewhere in New Mexico. He probably delights in Mumford & Sons, let’s be honest.

The second is Clyde. I got him in the fourth grade. He is old. This is what he looked like when I was 19. He looks about the same now, only sometimes he’s diabetic. His weight falls in the 20ish lbs. area.

As Daisy said when I forward Meow’s story: “lol, why is it always the white and orange ones?”

Please do tell, Internet.

My new roommate warned me about the homeschooled kids who live upstairs. I woke up Friday to an eerie version of “Happy Birthday” played on the piano above. One of them who identified himself as Nigel later helped bring in trash bags full of my clothes. They’re nice enough.
However, my first night here, when I tried to lower my blinds, they only hoisted themselves more open. My window is almost completely open. So here I am today and most days working and writing on my computer while they squirm around just outside my room, within easy visibility, and I’m forced to simultaneously ignore them and remember not to spontaneously change attire.

My new roommate warned me about the homeschooled kids who live upstairs. I woke up Friday to an eerie version of “Happy Birthday” played on the piano above. One of them who identified himself as Nigel later helped bring in trash bags full of my clothes. They’re nice enough.

However, my first night here, when I tried to lower my blinds, they only hoisted themselves more open. My window is almost completely open. So here I am today and most days working and writing on my computer while they squirm around just outside my room, within easy visibility, and I’m forced to simultaneously ignore them and remember not to spontaneously change attire.

Things my autocorrect does that anger me, 3.29.12:

yahoo: Often used to replace my intended “yah.”

  • “Not if I see yahoo first!”
  • “Did yahoo already grab the laundry?”
  • “I’ve got yahoo back.”

SHIT: Always used to replace “shit.” Meaning, anything involving the curse instantly becomes angry.

  • “I’m bringing SHIT like edamame, wine and olives.”
  • “I’ve seen SHIT like that before.”
  • “You didn’t look like SHIT.”

I especially like how dick that last example looks. Maybe I’ll keep SHIT in all caps in all instances from now on. SHIT.

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