Well that’s the thing with bloody talking decapitated cyclops heads.
OMG Jason Isaacs will be a Captain in the new Star Trek series. I looooooove him. I’m so excited about this!!
Holy hell. So. Much. Want.
Wait. There’s such a thing as a Buffy Studies Scholar? I want that job!!!!
We shouldn’t need 15 minutes of debate over whether or not “upper classMEN” is offensive and what should be used in its stead. This should not be what we are concerned with.
Knitting and Scotland. It’s like a beautiful dream.
I think we all need a Thomas Jane moment. OK, I just remembered his weird no shoe thing. So. Yeah. Let’s move on.
“Michigan is drinking some micro brew and playing Euchre while trying to conjure up nice things to say about Detroit.”
I don’t know. I just don’t like that word. It just seems like there could be a more creative, stronger word.
Every time I look out the window I am surprised to see the snow. You’d think I’d know better. I’ve lived here my whole life.
I really don’t think it’s necessary for Outlook to crash every day. Maybe try every other day for a while, see how that goes. Just a thought.
Biggby birthday specials?? Yes please! Hello 24 oz chai latte for $1.99.
It’s possible that I need this shirt.
Yeah, I’d prefer not to spearhead anything, thanks very much. I’m not really a “spearheader” kind of person.
My brain still always thinks the Ides of March is the 11th, not the 15th. I have absolutely no idea why.
I think it’s the ones. 11.
I miss you. And you. And also you. And I’m not forgetting you either.
Dammit. I think I screwed this up.
Every time you say “livin’ the dream,” I get Sturgill stuck in my head.
That was a nice way to end Rectify.
Yeah, I have no idea what happened there, but it made me el oh el for a good 2.5 minutes.
Wait. It wasn’t a cyclops.
Oh good. I did not screw this up.
You are blinded by your own enlightenment.
That photo proves nothing.
I’m not sure what that last statement says about me.
These Triscuits might be a bad idea.
Man. I’ve been wanting to close these blinds for actual years. I’m so glad I finally did it.
I need my Friday music playlist on Spotify right now. That’s just how it is.
Harry, our job is simple.
OK. OK OK OK.
Posting early might be working for me right now. Continuing this into the evening tends to be problematic. You’re welcome.
No one needs that much of my disjointed rambling anyway.
I’m not a crazy woman!
But what’s with hipsters and floral prints?
That’s the first time I’ve actually Googled that. Wow.
What the bitch?
It’s sort of lazily snowing and it is pissing me off.
Great. Now that song is stuck in my head.
Alas, I must away.