Things I definitely do not miss:
(Shh, let me cope how I want)
- trying really hard to get into the books you’d lend me instead of just giving up and admitting that the only things we had in common in the book, movie, music category was war movies, Elton John and Queen.
- constantly worrying about having my cats rub up against me or sitting on a piece of furniture that has recently had a cat on it or keeping my clean clothes away from the proximity of cats while at my parents’ house because the tiniest bit of cat hair on my clothing would make you asphyxiate due to your extreme pet allergies. I mean, sure, having cat hair on your clothes isn’t the nicest anyway but at least now I don’t have to OBSESS about it. those things are fuggin cute!
- racing to fall asleep (which is obviously the surest way to keep yourself awake) before you so your snoring wouldn’t keep me up.
- feeling the tiniest pang of guilt for checking out bros. I say tiniest because it’s silly to feel guilty about finding other people attractive, but the pang would never fail to be there.
- worrying about when it was appropriate to casually mention having a boyfriend in a friendly-but-maybe-borderline-flirty conversation with a bro. just in case he was getting the wrong idea! you wouldn’t want to give someone the wrong idea. that makes you a tease. or paranoid. or something.
- trying to figure out birthday/Christmas presents. ugh! what a pain. sure, I love giving a great gift, and most of mine were thoughtful and awesome, but getting there was always so tough. now my mind can go back to focusing on myself. whew.
- cooking for two. okay, maybe that’s not completely true, sometimes I miss it because the one who cooks doesn’t have to clean, but now I can make what I want, when I want, without worrying about it being “good enough”… not because you cared if something was undercooked or overcooked or tasted funny, but because it sucks to fail in front of people, no matter WHO they are.
- pretending to care about how many 26ers you had while drinking with your buddies last night. your breath smells like shit and I don’t even want to know how you managed to get home.
- worrying about you because you decided to walk home from Runnymede station (about an hour and a half walk away) that one time because you were so raging drunk that you couldn’t “handle the subway.” worrying because you didn’t pick up your phone when I called two hours later. three times. finally receiving a phone call as I was standing in my room, car keys in hand, texting one of your friends to help me go look for your drunk ass, which I was sure had passed out somewhere along the way home. smh!
- & I mean, I’m sure there’s others, but let’s quit while we’re ahead.
Posted 4 days ago | 1 note
Look, I’m sorry. I try to be cool and everything, but I downloaded the first season of Gossip Girl recently because I had a feeling it was the kind of dramatic trash I would love (k The OC was one of my favourite shows. and I can’t watch it frequently because sometimes it’s just a lil heavy. yeah, that’s right, I’m calling it heavy. fuck you!) and in the first 10 minutes of the first episode I was like “wow this is shit!” like, genuinely surprised and kind of disappointed because I was pretty convinced I’d like it, but I finished the episode and then I watched the next one even though I should’ve been going to bed and then halfway through the third one I was crying and fuuuuuuuuuck! It’s not that time of the month. I’m not having a bad day. I don’t have any pent-up emotions. I have literally no excuse: the third episode of Gossip Girl made me cry. More than once.
And I would watch the fourth but I’m trying to exercise some self-restraint (by blogging about it instead). whatever.
Posted 4 days ago | 1 note
whydoihaveablog:
Ripping apart cotton balls makes my fingers feel a noise that then the nape of my neck tightens up and I need to leave the room.
Shit, I thought I was the only one. I had to stop using cotton balls and switched to (slightly pricier) cotton pads to remove my make-up because I just couldn’t handle the feeling. Nails on a chalk board does nothing for me but scrunching cotton balls makes me want to choke and puke and shiver and scrape sensation off my fingertips.
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Posted 4 days ago | 48 notes
Clearly not a recent photo because it’s 7 degrees (45 for you Brits/Americans) outside right now and this is the worst winter ever.
We had 2 days so far when the weather dipped below -10. Two. Winter can suck but it can also be wonderful (the insulated silence when it’s snowing heavily! the crunch of snow under your feet/tires! crisp air and thin sunshine in the mornings! the invigorating sting in your lungs from sucking in -15 air!) and this lack of real snow on the ground is so depressing. Climate change, y’all. We’re all going to fucking die.
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Posted 1 week ago | 1,241 notes
nedhepburn:
Wow.
Though THIS is just hilarious. Nerd revenge - I love it.
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Posted 1 week ago | 167 notes
If SOPA passes here are ways to access sites.
zinnybug:
cunt-a-saurus-rex:
Here is how to access sites in the event of a DNS takedown.
Tumblr: 174.121.194.34/dashboard
Facebook: 69.171.224.11
Twitter: 174.121.194.34
LiveJournal: 209.200.154.225
Wikipedia: 208.80.152.201
Reddit: 72.247.244.88
Google: 74.125.157.99
Youtube: 74.125.65.91
Hotmail: 65.55.72.135
ThePirateBay: 194.71.107.15
Is SOPA like the new 12-12-2012? You guys, there are now more opponents than supporters, chill the fuck out!
Shit I might just SOPA-myself because this is making me realize how desperate we all are for the Internet. NDAA passed without much of a stir, but not our Internet! Dear God, take everything but our Internet!
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Posted 1 week ago | 70,050 notes
Fml.
That last paragraph really makes me feel worse about all my talk of this being a “great period for personal growth.” smh.
Posted 2 weeks ago | 0 notes
“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively outnumbers the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?”
— Richard Dawkins (via taketheatrain)
(Source: slekes)
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Posted 3 weeks ago | 584 notes
