October 2011
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September 2011
17 posts
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My name is Sarah and I'm from Harrah: Barack Obama... →
iheartchaos:
Every president that moves into the White House adds some new feature, whether it’s a bowling alley (Nixon), a movie theater (Nixon again) or an extra large bathtub (Taft). When Obama moved in, he added a presidential basketball court, but he also added another first— the…
Today:
- Mitch started his first day at his “dream job” (which means working with me a few shifts a week, and a nice payraise)
-We officially put in our first application for a house (photos coming soon)
-We have a double date at the state fair
What a wonderful Tuesday it is.
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The hangover monster bit me.
Josh is still asleep. But I’ll bet he’ll wake up feeling refreshed and ready to start his day. Fuck that. I wish hangovers were contagious so I could give him one.
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August 2011
5 posts
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At 120 degrees, it was so hot in Australia that...
One Koala entered someone’s house, looking for water and shade, and here’s what happened when the owner gave him something to drink.
April 2011
16 posts
parksandrecgifs:
Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: Sonnet 130 →
fuckyeahpoetry:
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is…
I’m not a big fan of sonnets, but this by far is my favorite.
pommegranatee:
there’s no chance
at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.
nobody ever finds the one.
city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill
nothing else fills.
—Charles Bukowski, Alone With Everybody
February 2011
6 posts
“That’s the problem
No sense of time
She is shaped just like an hourglass there...”
– Bright Eyes (via dashedlines)
“ “Work is the curse of the drinking class.” ”
– — Oscar Wilde (via whiskeymonologues)
January 2011
5 posts
The Road to Fame is But a Short Jog For Me →
At least leave me to my delusions.