| post office clerk: | Puerto Rico is not international, baby, it's domestic. |
|---|---|
| me: | Oh yeah, I was wondering about that-- |
| clerk: | No you weren't, you were TESTING me, seein' if I would catch it. Well, I did. |
| me: | Ha, okay, if you say so. |
| clerk: | Now, where is THIS? (points to the envelope) |
| me: | Glasgow? |
| clerk: | That's not a made up place? |
| Do you know what else is Domestic?... My heart! |
(via blogsecret)
Can you blame me?
Sense of Humor? Check. Maybe everyone is in love you too? Both boy and girl.
:(
Chin up, Kiddo. It ain’t true. You’re the prettiest doll that could ever punch a guy in the throat. I’d be lucky if you punched mine.
-Fake Kill Bill quote
Patrick’s print fits perfectly with my crookedly-hung, Ikea-framed meta-adventures in pictures of beds thing I got going.
Also featuring, AHEM, a (20x200) Scott Eiden photo of Hank Williams’ bed!
Oh, and Van Gogh.
Tousled bedsheets are hot. It’s a comforting optimism.
The Most Devastating @-Reply.
I hate to break it to you Meagh-O but it’s completely true… to a point. You know that whole moody, brooding, sexy, damaged, creative writer type that floods your dreams of lost coffee dates and intellectual star-gazing? They probably don’t care about JoCo. Trust me. I talked to Freddy Krueger and he told me all about it. They care about Gladwell, Proust, and a whole bunch of other smart, profound key pounders that JoCo fans don’t read.
But I’m not saying JoCo fans don’t read. In fact JoCo-bites, drool over the nerd. They’ll take the Harry Potters, the DragonLance, the Tolkiens, the Phillip K. Dicks, and all the other sci-fi medieval magic wunderkind fantasies. Sure, the writing structure, grammar, and vocab aren’t juxtaposed to symbolize modality in 18th century German monasteries. But there’s dragons. There’s cyborgs. There’s a whole bunch of stuff that should exist but don’t.
It’s these fans, Meagh-O, that are easy to sow and plow because to them you know God. You are the source of power and they’ll follow you with sand-dusted eyes across the desert for 40 years just to say “I love you.”
hahahhaa I really shouldn’t make fun of boys on my twitter feed when I’ve just given them my business card. (via meaghano)
“Boys you can break. You’ll find out how much they can take. Boys will be strong. And boys soldier on. But boys would be gone without warmth from a woman’s good, good heart.” - John Mayer
(And that is how “Daughters” won the Grammy for Song of the Year. It’s quotable. Tumblr quotable.)
lol, he is My Type.
Are you talking about the guy or the chihuahua? Because each tell completely separate and different stories. I hope it’s not both. That’d be kind of scary.
I need a nitelite.
I think there is some SPORTS event going on tonight or something and all of my writer friends are confusing me.
Manly men watch sports. The type of men that sweat while building you a shelf, changing the oil on your car, or mowing the lawn. And after they’re done, they’ll walk into the kitchen, disrobe their drenched tee, and guzzle down a glass of water. As beads fall down their chilled glass and overheated arms, they’ll stare at you. And they’ll take you.
These type of men watch sports. And they love girls who watch sports.
It’s too bad these men don’t read.
| me: | We both know that if we sleep together I'll end up liking you, you'll freak out and never call me, and I'll be sad. |
|---|---|
| him: | Probably. |
| Narrator: | And this, ladies and gentlemen, is proof that the heart is directly connected to the crotch. |
| Audience: | So both of their hearts are connected? |
| Narrator: | Actually only one of them has a heart. |
