Small bit of something
I haven’t been here much lately. Not sure why. There just seems to be nothing to say this week! I’ve been busy re-thinking my plans lately and it sucks my imagination’s will to live. That, and exams.
My Sea Kitten looks like he just had a lobotomy.
“Boy Meets World”
How were these haircuts ever ok?
This post was reblogged from LINDSAY HUFFMAN.
“…The contemporary emphasis on work makes it the very definition of our self-worth because we are allowed, socially speaking, to be unlucky in love. “The first question we tend to ask new acquaintances,” (British philosopher, Alain de Botton) notes, is not what our ancestors would have inquired, “where they come from or who their parents were, but what they do. To be out of work means, quite literally, to be a nobody: one is what one does.” That makes the worship of work particularly grotesque now, when unemployment is spiking everywhere. Far better, the pessimist advises with his paradoxical cheeriness, to think of work’s true value as he does: something that puts food on the table while filling the time until “the inevitable cataclysm, personal or planetary.”
— Macleans (April 2009) | Happy Days Are Here For Pessimists, by Brian Bethune (via pantsonfire)
This post was reblogged from Eyemakeup Excuses, with Moka Pantsonfire..
“DO NOT eat cake before bed. You will have the most up fucked dreams. Like walking across the country and trying to hoist a chandelear to this tower 30,000 feet in the air (but also sort of like columbus circle) and then finidng out the hoisting company are aliens and then remembering your dad is an alien then I was in an art museum that was like a weird college and then I REALLY talked to Paul Newman about guns in Macy’s. I left Macy’s and was walking across the country when a flash flood hit. I was then in Toledo. It quickly turned really sketchy and run down and I almost got mugged. Then I woke up.”
— My friend Adam’s facebook status today.
“I don’t like Sayid anymore.”
— My sister, out of nowhere, to my mom today. She hates him because he shot Benjamin Linus.
Every Thursday is Mountain Man Thursday!
I haven’t been here much lately. Not sure why. There just seems to be nothing to say this week! I’ve been busy re-thinking my plans lately and it sucks my imagination’s will to live. That, and exams.
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