I don’t know what that does. But I think I just locked the damn thing up.
“What does the Age of Enlightenment stand for if not the proposition that the wilder the accusation, the more corrupt one is to doubt it?”
Seriously. These people need handlers.
Jeb. Seriously? Just no.
I’m reasonably certain that I don’t need a TARDIS spatula or a sonic screwdriver vegetable peeler.
It’s weird when I post things in Random and then my friends will post the same thing a few days later on FB. It just emphasizes how few people read Random. Or click the links. It makes me saddish.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Tom Hiddleston would be fucking perfect. PERFECT.
How hard can that be, really?
I’m cracking myself up over here.
This is an unbelievable level of absurdity.
I’ve been so sucked into this stupid database I haven’t even been paying attention to this post. And I didn’t even have any meetings today. And now I just really want a nap.
And just like that, I have a meeting.
I need caffeine.
This is totally something I would do.
I don’t think anyone really needs Ryan Gosling socks.
I don’t think printing something Christmasish on a sweatshirt and calling it a sweater actually makes it a sweater. But what do I know? I just knit sweaters and shit.
!!!!Why do I not have these Chucks?? Oh wait, I know this one. Never mind.
I need painkillers. For real.
cards cards cards cards cards
Honestly. I don’t know what they do over there all day, but it doesn’t seem to be what their name implies.
it was just like
“That picture gave me the fears.”
I have to remember to pick up more of that gluten free flour.
No sir, I don’t like it.
Yes. Will it deter him? Maybe. But your favohrite flavoah?
Man. I really hate peas.
Self inflicted victimhood.
I don’t believe that Target story ever happened. How would that woman have even made it past the Secret Service agents in the first place? What a bunch of fiction.
Apparently that is just one password too many. That is the password that short circuited my brain.
The Halloween Tree. Lovely holiday reading. This is a good story.
Sometimes mindless knitting is a little too mindless and you totally screw it up.
shake it like a po-la-roid pictcha
Good enough. Good enough. Enough enough.
Must be Italian!