January 2010
some people are too straight for me.
(not in the sexuality sense; i suppose ‘square’ would be a better term here for the general idea of what i’m talking about, but it’s got the wrong connotations.)
December 2009
I was at a BBQ.
the landscape of desires.
enough of this watercooling! let’s get down to business.
tromping.
it just didn’t work out.
H: uh don't tell him i thought he was hot
H: see what happened was
H: i was sitting from him at this one angle
H: that flattered him immensely
H: and i was like omg this guy is so good looking
H: and he never turned his head
H: but then after we got up i was like
H: oh okay well he is regularly attractive
this spate of hate.
http://www.formspring.me/wordvomittumblr →
I’ve seen this used by other Tumblr people, and I do love anonymous questioning, so go go go, and all your wildest wonderments will be answered.*
* Maybe.
me: oh, i guess i kind of dated another girl, but that didn't count because it wasn't serious and she was stupid
H: LOL
H: why was she stupid
me: i guess it depends on your opinion about the nature vs. nurture issue
‘at least’ should be permanently replaced with ‘leastways.’
riddled
with self-doubt.
“Dude, China is amazing in every single way. It totally beats America EXCEPT...”
– Nikhil
inglourious basterds: effects of cinema, reversal of depiction of violence against jews in world war II films — meta-fiction in that sense. all anyone talks about in this film is movies, movies, movies. the leader of operation kino is chosen for his expertise in german cinema. the final message of destruction is delivered via a cinema screen. everything is simply propaganda.
“I am miserable but full. It’s always a trade-off between yumminess and...”
– Heidi on the family holiday experience
These are true things that I am telling you.
data organisation, while not yet complete, is going ever so swimmingly.
and i am now rocking linux mint helena on my laptop, with my usual set of customisations. the only bad things are that the keys which control screen brightness no longer seem to work, and either my battery is seriously messed up or the system is interpreting the battery’s power level incorrectly. it’s unclear...
“You can’t say that I don’t love you just because I cheat on you.”
– John Legend, “Number One”
Doubtable Plausibility Award Winner, 2004
fifty-nine colons.
(these are like polar opposites.)
On the one hand, fuck the haters.
On the other hand, you’re a moron.
today is data organisation day.
i put up my gaudí poster on the wall above my computer monitor. it is pretty great to look at without seeing.
“I’m not sure if I’m crushing on her; it is difficult to tell.”
elevatordreams:
sabino:
So, two years ago it was cow’s year and we had mad cows. We had avian flu during the year of the chicken and swine flu on pigs year.
2012 is the year of the dragon. Fuck.
oh.
BRILLIANT. The American way, not the British way.
Children, be rageful.
all the beautiful people,
fuck you.
So what's up with those two? Are they married yet?
I think they'll get divorced before they get married.
honesty > supportiveness
(subject to context, as pretty much always)
continental drift is now in session. please take a number and join the back of the line.
The fuck is this shit.
(what the fuck is this shit?)
you judgmental prick.
sharp-talking slumbitch.
the world is not that black and white. it’s not even as grey as you think.
sunstar that shit.
“Sorry Ernest Hemingway, but “Slain Model Identified By Breast...”
– Twitter / alexblagg: Sorry Ernest Hemingway, bu …
i gotcho paunch.
I posted this status update about deaf people watching children perform using sign language like they always do in those horrid pre-grade school musicals, but I was thinking about this again, and it just became really funny because maybe deaf people actually PREFER watching these shows where the performers actually speak their language. It’s like when my mom watches really shitty Chinese...
We were talking about makeup, and one girl told this story about how the first time she wore concealer to hide the dark circles under her eyes, she got asked out. The next day, B. got me to do his morning sit-ups with him, and to prove their value, he told me how a friend had asked a couple days after he began the routine whether he’d lost weight. I pointed out that this was just like the...
seriously man, these jokes just write themselves. there’s no fun in it. straight racism, no chaser.
so then i found this guide to breakfast cereal mascots: http://www.lavasurfer.com/cereal-guide.html
which is great by itself, but check out the gem listed seventh on the Other Cereals page: http://www.lavasurfer.com/cereal-othercereals.html
UNCLE TOM HEALTH FOOD. WITH A LOGO OF SOME WEIRD-LIPPED BLACK DUDE SHAKING OUT A BOWL OF BOOT-LICKIN’ GOODNESS.
it’s too much. too much.
which actually brings up the very important question:
what are muslim cereal mascots like?
if you know the answer, tell me.
okay, that was still not enough text.
i’ll just use some line breaks.
i am rereading ‘after virtue’ by alasdair macintyre, and thinking about moral philosophy again is really intimidating. all that shit about marxism in the introduction, it was like a blast from the past. what is this stuff all about, man? what is the relationship of marxism to macintyre’s arguments?...
okay, now i need to make a bunch of posts so that that photo isn’t staring at me when i open up the tumblr dashboard, because that face is kind of scary. why is he baring his teeth so? why is his jaw slightly to the side? is it a snarl? is it he like, these fries make me feel like a bear? fries aren’t manly, you dolt. fries are soft and mushy, like a romantic comedy, or like a...
my favourite times of day are the late night and the early morning. i contemplate spending my days sleeping through the afternoons.
the good people grow more beautiful every day, while the wicked grow into their natures.