(theme – vintage)
Just because you aren’t happy with the way something works doesn’t mean it’s “broken.” It just means you didn’t get your way.
Trying to find a new series to watch on Netflix. This quiz tells me I should be watching Supernatural. Yeah, that’s not helpful.
I have no professional goals. I have no professional ambition. I’ve officially reached the stage of giving up.
I keep looking at the political science course offerings for fall. Because I’m a crazy person and evidently there are still classes I want to take.
But I won’t.
I have your Thin Mints.
Carolina Herrera. Class act.
The legend of King Arthur used to be one of my favorites.
Actually, I think it still is.
Did that kid just ask for the “vice dean”?
I guess the sign shop needs a proofreader. ooph.
I just don’t like eating that early. It throws my whole protein schedule off. Plus I’m not usually hungry then.
I have no idea what’s going on.
good morning good morning good morning good morning good morning
Don’t forget your cookies!
Maybe I should quit FB.
Maybe I should quit FB and politics and empathy and making an effort and all the things.
Get off my lawn while you’re at it.
“You are a Libertarian: As a Libertarian, you support maximum liberty in both personal and economic matters. You advocate a much smaller government; one that is limited to protecting individuals from coercion and violence. You tend to embrace individual responsibility, oppose government bureaucracy and taxes, promote private charity, tolerate diverse lifestyles, support the free market, and defend civil liberties.”
No. No I will not be staying for your lecture.
What the hell is a sell sheet?
Well at least we’re not on that list.
That is a particularly horrible way to go, really.
I need music. But I don’t know what kind.
That does it. I’m shooting film this weekend. Dammit.
Sure wish I still had that Yashica though. sigh.
Still no music.
Wow, that just does not even make the slightest bit of sense.
I totally forgot about my tea. Now it’s room temperature.
Oh yes. The Pixies. Perfect.
perfect perfect perfect
I should’ve learned to play an instrument.
I should’ve become an actor.
I should’ve written a book.
I should’ve finished college the first time.
I should’ve written more letters.
I should’ve sent letters even though no one ever writes back.
I should’ve been wired nicer, friendlier, more outgoing, less introspective introverted misanthropic.
I should’ve been more likeable.
Maybe. Possibly. Never mind.
I love keyboard shortcuts.
Aw! These pix are so great!
Also go away Krysten Ritter!
I can’t believe you’re making me go by myself.
Why don’t I remember Tom Selleck appearing in nine episodes of Friends??
blah blah blah
I’m thinking of conversing solely in Bitmoji for the rest of my life.
Can I go home now?
Pish. Like I’ll even win. Pipe dream. It’s an honor just to be nominated etcetera etcetera.
WordPress wants me to correct etcetera to tetrameter.
I don’t think he’s going to eat that.
Oops. Poked publish instead of preview.
This kid is never going to go to sleep tonight. He’ll be up til dawn. I may need to go sleep in his room. Leave him to the wolves.
And by wolves I mean Trollhunters on Netflix.
HA! “As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” — H. L. Mencken
I’ve never seen that Mencken quote before. He said/wrote that in 1920.
I gotta catch up on Blacklist.
I don’t know why that “ask me anything” link is even there. It’s not like anyone ever actually asks me anything.
Why do they call those cookies Samoas?
They just should stop making them bite sized.
I, too, hope they serve tacos in hell.
Haven’t even knitted a stitch. Oy.
Hey Ferb, Iknowwhatwe’regonnadotoday
Um. So you’re not upset about the implied violence of a barbed wire wrapped bloody baseball bat, but you’re outraged by the childhood phrase “eeny meeny miney moe”.
And you wonder why I don’t like people.
I think you are eminently more likeable than I.
I really need to take my contacts out.
What is it with hipsters and floral prints.
I want sleeeeeeeeeep.
OK. OK. OK.
Learning the ins and outs of Excel is just really not terribly exciting.
cos they keep croaking
I miss being skinny.
I’m rather fond of red and black together, but part of me is afraid that it seems too communist.
I just want to stay at home. That’s all. The older I get, the more difficult it is to people.
She is treacherous.
I need to get that stuff framed.
Me: “Ha ha ha. Playboy’s going nude again.”
B: “‘No one will ever make a worse business decision than NEW COKE,’ said the world. ‘Hold my beer,’ said Playboy.”
Sometimes I find myself resisting a possible knit just because so many other people are knitting it. It’s like a reflex.
I always was a quiet rebel.
More like nerdy rebel.
It’s just that this song has been stuck in my head since I started the Timber Cardigan.
Ben Affleck doesn’t want to be Batman anymore. Why? Because he’s ready to admit that it was the worst casting choice ever?
There is no diversity of thought here.
Which frozen lunch shall we consume today?
Somebody is always going to be marginalized.
This post is depressing the hell out of me. Let’s take a break.
I can’t buy tickets today anyway.
And let’s be honest. It’s not like I’ll even actually go. I never go.
Oh! You can get that photo on a variety of items in my Society 6 shop. If you were interested.
That and many other photos.
That actor’s name is Clayne?? I never knew his name. I just knew there was something about him that rubs me the wrong way. I don’t like him at all.
Oh right. I have a Neil Gaiman meeting today.
I keep forgetting it’s Wednesday.
Well. It is random.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be less depresso.
Maybe I’m becoming agoraphobic. But only if the outside involves other people.
Would it be a problem? Would it be a problem? Would it be a problem?
My hip hurts.
OK that is not working.
I suspect I don’t feel much better today than I did yesterday. But I’m going to pretend that isn’t the case.
Well I’ve never really been a proponent of gen eds, to be perfectly honest.
This Diet Dr. Pepper tastes weird. That makes me sad.
Wait. This is a second Diet Dr. Pepper. From a completely different source. And it also tastes weird. This makes me sadder. Because evidently, it is me, and not my beverage.
Yay! I’m going!!! I can’t even remember the last concert I went to. Was it Chris Isaak? It might actually have been.
I don’t know how to give up carbs. My life would feel so empty.
still more sigh.
Still not a sock knitter.
Lunch just kind of snuck up on me.
And why isn’t it Friday, anyway??
Putting this off a day certainly has not added to the quality overmuch.
I’m going to have to get more Slim Jims.
Uh oh. No internet at home. Maybe I’ll just go ahead and post this before I leave then.
I am definitely taking fair week off this year. None of this back and forth business. I’ll need to use up some time anyway.
All the funny stuff. All of it.
lost in translation
I’m taking my birthday week off. Because I can.
I can’t wait for this weekend’s weather. I’m so tired of my winter wardrobe.
Tomorrow should be a nice quiet day.
I’m boring myself to death.
I wish I enjoyed running.
Oh good. A whole entire seminar on the wage gap. I’m betting they won’t mention how it’s been debunked.
Yeah, I’m not taking the world without a woman thing day off from my life.
lock the doors
ok. I know. I’m sort of sorry. Kind of.
Just tryina think up a damn hell bathroom blurb. I got nothin.
My Instagram stopped posting to my Tumblr. And I can’t figure out why.
I’d still like to check out This is Us.
Please. I wish I had Lady Gaga’s belly.
I can never remember if I’ve already taken the Bs. Did I just take it twice? I don’t know!
Every time I see that “resist” business posted somewhere I get the Pixies stuck in my head.
I just realized I don’t have meatloaf for lunch today. I’m not sure what to do with myself.
Also I keep thinking it’s Thursday, which is problematic.
What the hell, Cognos?
It’s OK. I don’t actually care if you hate me.
It’s possible that I need that dress.
People actually listen to Verve Pipe?
I wish I was more gifted at writing letters of recommendation. Those bastards are hard.
There is no reason on this Earth that you cannot figure this out for yourself.
This day might need a second Biggby. Except I don’t have time for a second Biggby.
Someone kill this day off now.
If I put this lunch on my calendar are you actually going to show up?
Maybe social media should be dead.
No social media. Letters. Film. I’m an analog girl living in a digital world.
I stole that line from Neil Gaiman.
Except can I keep texting? On account of I don’t actually like talking on the phone.
I’m itchy. Stupid dry air.
I like that photo.
An. An alligator. Not A alligator. AN.
It’s hard to be haunted.
Wait wait waitwaitwait. This is too rich. All these leftists who are against school choice are threatening to homeschool. I cannot. You’re killing me.
The older I get, the more I am inclined to do things just to piss people off. Y’all need to calm the hell down.
As for me, I’ll continue to homeschool. Thank you very much.
I meant what I said about school choice last week.
Stop automatically making new people “top friends,” Goodreads. First of all, I don’t even know what that means. Secondly, all of them are equal or something – mostly because I have know idea what that means.
Ah Sade. I love you, woman.
I could do without this rapping.
I am very particular about my lip balm.
I can’t get this damn gas smell out of my nose. ARGH.
Oops. Almost forgot the laundry.
I don’t want to go til this Peter Gabriel song is over.
i’ll tell them what the smile on my face meant
Dammit! My clothes still smell like gas. Have to wash them again. Dammit!!
This kid and his completely bizarre sleeping patterns. He’s trying to kill me. I know he is.
I should replace this toaster.
I want a new treadmill.
I would love a box of succulents, thank you.
Maybe I should go back to Twitter. hahahahahaha just kidding.
This whole Krysten Ritter the knitter thing is kind of bugging me.
What is with hipsters and floral prints??
Did you eat the last unicorn?
Maybe I should knit nothing but ponchos from now until I die.
Look. I know. But it’s out of control. It’s mass hysteria. It’s like a pandemic of lunacy. It’s exhausting.
Please leave me out of this.
I need to find that book.
fffffffffffff WTF is that??
It’s interesting to be reading GWB’s chapter on choosing staff and his process while Trump is in the process of choosing his administration. Very very different men. GWB is a pretty smart fella.
I feel like I need to remind you at this point that I did not actually vote for GWB.
And also, still a libertarian.
And also, still a political scientist.
Oh man. Good stuff.
I should have started this stupid laundering the gas out laundering earlier. … course I wasn’t home with gas on me earlier …
I need a break from the world.
Yep. Still true.
I remembered it was Wednesday. I just forgot it was the first.
OMG They need to bring Unhappy Hipsters back from the dead.
My hair looks like shit today. Which is annoying.
OMFG I can’t. I need to quit this job and stay home forever.
If you are against school choice, everything you ever say about helping children in poverty succeed academically so that they can move toward a better life is nothing but bullshit.
Sometimes I’m a genius.
Every once in a while I really miss mass. Like I get this urge to start going again. To go to confessional (boy would that be a long ass list). The ritual, the mystery. I miss it.
Eventually I come to my senses. But still.
My feet are hot. There’s nothing I hate more than when my feet are hot.
I really should not have had that coffee. I really should just accept the fact that I can’t drink coffee at all anymore and get on with my life. It’s really not a great loss.
I think reading this qualifies as professional development. I’m pretty sure.
I don’t understand what this woman is saying.
Stop rolling your eyes at me Krysten Ritter.
I was trying to type commendation and typed condemnation. I wonder what that says about me.
I wish I’d said yes to John T. when he asked me to dance in high school instead of the flat no I gave him instead. I didn’t know his home life wasn’t the best and what would it really have cost me to say yes? That’s one of the things I regret in my life. I could have been a little nicer in that moment, and I wasn’t. I will always feel shitty about that.
I guess I need to learn how to remove wallpaper and get to work on that bathroom. Maybe I can replace the carpet with tile too, while I’m at it. hahahahahaha right.
I’m sorry, Jodi Picoult. I think my love for you has waned.
I need to stop making such terrible food choices.
Wow. Ok. Tex.
I know you want to know.
I have a weird pain in my side boob. I hate random weird boob pain.
Well it’s true. I do have my moments.
I feel like I can never wear my kitty hat again. I should take it to the Goodwill or something.
Or burn it.
What was that other site with the catalogs? Like hipsters but in catalogs. With lots of passive aggression.
Goals. I don’t have any goals. I had a couple of goals. I met them. Now I just want to be left alone to suffer in silence. Is that so much to ask?
I do not know what I will do when I run out of Blue Bloods episodes to watch.
Maybe I should go back to school.
Well your schedule link is broken. Which does not help me.
Yeah, I don’t actually care, so …
Oh Facebook, you wretched thing.
I think this book is having the opposite effect on me that it is supposed to. It might be making me homicidal.
I feel like I need a snack.
you’re miss misery. that’s all that you’ll ever be.
I hate this stupid enamel tea kettle.
OK. Giving up.
Maybe I should try finishing Lonesome Dove.
Best The National album – High Violet or Alligator? I can’t decide.
I would very much like to travel more.
Since that’s not likely to happen, I would very much like more post cards.
I need to finish up this film and send it in.
We have a copier doon. I repeat. We have a copier doon.
Theses just sounded too much like feces.
I’m just glad no one asked me to knit them a pussy hat. I would have had to not laugh as I found a polite way to say I love you, but fuck no.
I don’t know what I just added to my dictionary, but I did not mean to do it.
I do love me some C-Span.
I thought it said “The Existential A Line”. It didn’t even seem weird.
An awful lot of people who don’t have children are always chiming in about how BAD school choice is, or how BAD homeschooling is. I’m sorry, but I just don’t think your opinion means a damn thing.
I see many found their way around that particular clause and wore kitty hats I knitted them years ago. DAMMIT!
I already told you I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Why can’t you let it die? YOU DON’T HAVE CHILDREN.
I think Barron Trump is a cutie. I was dying when he was playing peekaboo with his baby nephew.
I also thought GWB was adorable and hilarious with his rain poncho. He looked like he was able to chuckle at himself as well.
The internet made me so exasperated all weekend, and it’s just continuing.
Trump hasn’t chosen a photographer yet? GWB’s photog was at the Inauguration. He had a funny story about getting in the wrong vehicle to go to the next venue.
I would actually love to buy that kit with that exact colorway and make that shawl. But I am not the kind of girl who just has $157 lying around waiting to be thrown out the window.
And now I want a Checker El Camino.
Wow. Facebook has truly become straight up insufferable. I mean it was bad before. But it’s just out of control now. I stick my head in there and just turn around and leave.
None o’ my bidness.
Captain America always seemed pretty libertarian to me.
Head. Ow. fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
I guess I’ll just have a turkey club thing.
I keep forgetting to take my vitamins. I’m terrible.
Who the hell are these people? I have absolutely no memory of these people. And my graduating class was tiny. Far too small for me to have no memory of these people.
Holy shit this week has flown. How is it Thursday?
Of course I thought it was Thursday on Tuesday. That sucked.
You know they’re trained to be friendly and courteous. They don’t actually like you.
And that, folks, is why you never schedule a fasting blood draw for the end of your day.
Happy 180th birthday, Michigan. You’re still the best state in the Union.
How do I have 122 messages in my junk folder? Sheesh.
Your lotion or whatever it is that you use to cover up the fact that you smoke, which you think no one knows, is 100% awful. A.W.F.U.L.
So. Much. Dumb.
Of course now that it’s Thursday, Thursday does not appear to be willing to flipping end.
Wait. Do staff get hats??
Apparently we do.
Oh I remember why I wanted that yarn conversion info. Meters to yards.
Hello, Fioricet, you lovely thing.
“The man. The myth. The moustache.” I thought they were talking about Tom Selleck, but they were talking about John Stossel. el oh el.
“Will liberals learn to love the 10th Amendment?” ha ha ha I would not be at all surprised.
Will there be donuts at this march?
Those black and whites are far too dark and muddy.
I love you, Reason Magazine.
I should be working on swatching for the Timber cardigan.
Oh my God I hope that’s true.
Whatever. I don’t need to teach your stupid class.
I never eat at Chili’s anyway.
Stop fondling my hamburger.
Sales of 1984 are suddenly up. Now that is hilarious.
I don’t know what to make of this show Bloodline, but I do like the instrumental soundtrack.
Crap. I’m going to have to order some size 9s and some size 10s.
OK. I need to . .. . …..