I’m sorry, but you cannot put forth a list titled “27 Seriously Underrated Books Every Book Lover Should Read” and expect to afford that list any level of legitimacy when your opening title is “The Art of Racing in the Rain.”
God I hate John Irving.
I read “The Unbearable Lightness of Being”. I saw the movie. I don’t remember a single thing about it.
You oughta see my one year old.
“I am AWESOME. I think. … Give me a minute.”
I can’t decide if my feelings are actually hurt, or if they’re just hurt on principal. I think it might just be principal.
I think I might be kinda weirded out by this.
You’re a Political Libertarian! You’re the type who runs for office on a platform of getting rid of the office you’re running for. You don’t care for politics, but you’ll work to change the system from the inside. And if you actually win, you won’t be happy about it. You’re just going to try and find a way to throw a monkey wrench in the gears to destroy the bureaucracy by any means necessary.
The best part about that description was the picture of Ron Swanson included with it. I don’t know how accurate it is. But my colleague generally jokes that I’m the Ron Swanson of the university.
Oh wow. I forgot about the weird bagged milk in Canadia.
What’s that you say? You really wish you had bought a Trigger warning. t-shirt when they were available? Well aren’t you a lucky son of a gun? They’re back! For one week only!
All dresses and skirts should have pockets. Always.
This whole “break the internet” thing. That dress just broke the internet! It’s just about as annoying as the phrase “going viral”.
Seriously. I’m sorry. But rethink your perfume. I am begging you. For reals.
I keep thinking about how much time I’ll have when I finally graduate. I think about all the things I will do with that time. Gah. It still seems so far away.
Miley Cyrus. How are you still here?
No one should ever sing Jimmy Buffet ever. Not even Jimmy Buffet.
OMG socks. You know I’m a sucker for a good pair of socks. Must. Resist.
Um. Yes, please, thank you. Just go ahead and sign me up for the Outlander ones. Also if you could just cover that cost, that’d be great.
Course catalog, you have eaten up my entire morning and made my eyes completely bleary.
There’s not much worse than having to rip out 20 rows and pick 300+ stitches back up. le sigh
I tried to watch the season premier of Hannibal the other night. Usually that show is like a sedative to me. I just kept thinking, “Wait. How is this on network television??” The muted colors, the composition of the scenes, reminds me of old Kodachrome slides and color prints of my grandparents and their homes and travels in the 50s and 60s. Some of it is indeed, visually, stunning. (I had not noticed in my viewing, the crust of the pot pie and how it echoed the mask that Will is made to wear, the one we traditionally think of as the Hannibal mask.) I have issues with the stories though.
I don’t even know how that is possible.
I don’t know. I just think it’s fascinating.
I need a beverage. Beverage me.
I’m questioning my wardrobe choice today. Seemed perfectly reasonable this morning.
Oh so that’s how I see missed calls on this stupid thing!
Whatever. IJReview is kind of a craptastic site, if you ask me. No one proofreads a damn thing. It sensationalizes things. It’s predictably biased. I try to avoid clicking on their articles whenever possible.
Oh my goodness. The Bletchley Circle. What a great show.
What the hell? Why does my foot hurt?
Seven7? How do you even say that? Like just “Seven” and the numeral is there as a stylistic thing? Or do you actually say “seven seven”? I hate people. Call things what they are so brains like mine don’t agonize over the logical read. *Ahem* Double JJ Ranch *Ahem*
Why, that’s brilliant! Certainly a girl like me could pick that up in no time a’tall.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Hey lady. My calculator does not do what you say it’s supposed to do.
“Laissez-faire, laissez-passer, le monde va de lui-meme.”
I don’t know how to tell you this but
“Why, a fella needs a clear voice to announce the imminent invasion by the Moon Men!”
I think that lady thinks Miss W needs some Jesusing.
I got news for ya sister. I don’t speak it either.
Wait. A truck full of what now?
10-4 Good buddy.
OMG Honey Maid Despicable Me snacks I love you. sooooooooo good.
I want to take my contacts out but I’m hot and my face is going to sweat and my glasses will just slide down my nose and it will be just as annoying as my tired bleary eyes are with these contacts.
What? What the hell is going on with her hair?? No. Ew.
It is way too early to have to turn the air conditioning on.
“Pray for me, Wednesday!”
“But. I don’t believe in God! I mean. What a ridiculous concept!”
Why, yes. I will make some delicious chocolatey brownies, thank you very much!
Judas Maude, that is a powerful stench.
Ahhh but there is the lovely aroma of delicious brownies to cover it up.
Look. I can’t help it if there are country songs I dig. Doesn’t mean I want to listen to the whole discography of the artist. It just means I like a few songs. Don’t judge me!