Fuck today. Running on maybe 3 hours sleep, a trash bag tried to leak on me when I went to take it out. Found out it was raining but had my hands too full for an umbrella. Also, windy and cold; wtf, June 1? Then, when I finally got my umbrella up, some asshole SUV (necessary for the rugged metropolitan climate, natch) hit me with a wave of water.
Also, my tea is weak.
Oh, to have a sunny disposish about now.
In which Lucy Lawless wins all the awards.
One prefers, of course, on all occasions to be stainless and above reproach, but, failing that, the next best thing is unquestionably to have got rid of the body.
So on Friday when I told you guys that I had a life altering thing I needed to buy a camera for? Well, I’ve finally got some time to myself and I decided to post our pictures. We’ve booked a day and put the deposit on the venue for our wedding, September 20th 2013! We’re kind of having a queer pirate steampunk hipster wedding… We have a year to get the rest of the money, and it’s actually cheaper than renting a caterer/dj/venue for reception/venue for ceremony plus it’s on a boat… so yeah pretty sure my karma is being paid in full. I will break the ankles of anyone who steals my idea. We’re having a princess bride wedding like I’ve always dreamed. I wanted to be a pirate who married a mermaid as long as I can remember, I’m marrying a princess from the land instead, I know check your leg privilege, mermaids have rights too, yada yada
Gawd, I’m not cute in these photos at all, but who cares? I’m marrying an awesome boy on an awesome ship <3
When you’re president, as opposed to the head of a private equity firm, then your job is not simply to maximize profits. Your job is to figure out how everybody in the country has a fair shot… And so if your main argument for how to grow the economy is ‘I knew how to make a lot of money for investors,’ then you’re missing what this job is about.
President Obama on why Mitt Romney’s record in the private sector matters (via barackobama)
I love how our president can rationally articulate a thought.
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I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and struggling with how poorly made everything seems to be these days, unless you’re willing to part with a small fortune. Clothing and shoes seem to be especially bad for this - I was raised to believe that spending more than a certain amount on either was exorbitant, but I also don’t remember the clothes I wore when I was younger being quite so quick to turn shabby. It also feels unfair to spend so much more than my boy on clothing, but men’s clothes seem so much more sturdy, for a fraction of the price.
And now it looks like we’re going to have to replace the couch, unless the company my parents bought it from 30 years ago still exists and is willing to honour the warranty on the springs. The last thing I want to do is to shell out hundreds of dollars on a cheap couch of dubious quality from a big box store, but we don’t have thousands for one we can be sure is well-made. /rant
Since when is stuff from the 90s considered “vintage”? This pains me deeply.
Got bored, decided my life is a lot more like a cartoon than I originally thought— Slacker idiot with a heart of gold who longs for the past, Strong, bright, loner type who has to clean up after all the idiots around her, Adorable poop machine and of course beings of such apathy they put honey badgers to shame… bite my shiny metal cage
My laptop.. Oh.NO!
CLOSETS!
MY ONLY WEAKNESS!A wall.
How typical.
My television. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
ice-cream with milo. fuck. now iam gunna have to move out of Australia. everyone where eats fucking milo
Horror Top Trumps…
Water.
Crap.
cupcakes… shit.
Television remotes…. that could actually be hilarious.
“Hey man, change the chann-“
“HOW COULD YOU BE SO INSENSITIVE!!???”
“Oh shit, sorry dude, I er…”
“I COULD HAVE DIED.”
Tablecloths. Shouldn’t be too hard to avoid, right?
