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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 . .. . …..
Proof I’m completely out of whack this week.
It’s real. It’s finally, truly, really real. We’re getting a Chick-fil-A. *sniff* I’m so happy.
I think I need to make a Biggby run.
Maybe I’ll just go get a Diet Pepsi.
Diet Pepsi is closer. And cheaper. Diet Pepsi wins.
Nope. Still weird to hear people call me “Professor Townsend.” Good weird. But weird.
Stand up, Allison Reynolds!
I wish he’d be more genuine nice instead of therapist nice. I always feel like I’m in trouble for something.
But I don’t like almonds.
I can’t wait til this women’s march is over and we can move on to some other drama. This is getting boring.
Maybe I should move the new 52 weeks project to my more professional site. Feels weird here for some reason.
Shhhhh! This is the secret!
I don’t know.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
Stop looking at yarn, jentober.
I can’t read this book. It’s all preachy and self-righteous and ADHD and I haven’t even made it through chapter 1. I thought when I finished school there would be no more “have to” reading.
I see absolutely nothing wrong with this assignment. In fact, I think it’s kind of fantastic.
A whole lot of nothin’.
Wow. That is a serious lot of money for a bag.
I already said thanks. I don’t feel like I should have to thank you again.
I feel like you need music today. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I need music today.
i remember your face
I almost just started talking about Chick-fil-A again. That is how excited I am.
Yeah I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with this form.
I don’t know, but this cinnamon thing is really really good.
I can’t. The rage.
And then it stalled.
Wait, how is it 3:00 already?
I had to throw my socks away. That is so weird. I’m glad I put the heel grabber thingies in these Docs or I’d be hurting right now with my bare feet.
I think I’m going to fail at sharing music today. Well. Sorry.
i don’t even know if i
Hey it’s Riley Finn!
I don’t think I was too harsh. Was I too harsh?
OMG she is the biggest pain in my ass.
What a nice letter.
I did Google it. I’m not an idiot.
Noooooooooooooooooo with the napping. No. I can’t take another night of zero sleep, kid.
How do I not have a Misfits t-shirt? Clearly this should be a part of my wardrobe.
But why on Earth would I do that?
I never want to capitalize earth. Why on earth.
This could be a mistake.
jen, nothing matters to me
Mistakes were made.
What am I listening to???
I don’t know bud.
My hair is even more of a disaster than usual this week.
i’m sick of the cynical
I really need to finish that Joe Pernice book. I don’t remember why I never went back to it. I should just start over from the beginning.
Which reminds me.
I haven’t heard
Did they spell failure wrong purposely? Because that is really annoying either way.
I feel like I wished I liked baseball. But I don’t think that could possibly be true.
I need to take these contacts out.
What the hell am I wearing tomorrow?
It is hard to like your wardrobe when you don’t much like the way you look at the moment. sigh.
It is not looking like I’ll be getting any knitting done this evening.
Yeah. I think I need some sleep.
is that weird?
Eh. I was hoping that video would be funnier.
Gah my hands are so dry.
this is our last dance
These socks are problematic with these shoes. But gosh they’re cute.
How about just raising your kids not to be assholes? That doesn’t seem too complicated.
Nobody says that. It’s not 1983. Stop saying that. You say that and I keep expecting you to pipe up with “mimeograph machine” or something.
Sometimes you just
I wish I had some Triscuits today.
I do not like this moisturizer. I don’t like the way it smells.
Yeah that whole last paragraph sums it up for me. People for real need to stop freaking out about every tiny little thing.
Sometimes a cupcake is just a cupcake.
Now I want cake.
How has it been a whole entire year since Bowie died?
and i absolutely love you
I feel like I did something stupid, but I’m completely certain that I did not do anything stupid.
This situation requires food.
This place is too small for that.
Well that was confusing.
That is seriously the most awful laugh.
Can I just get entirely new dishes and can they be these? I’m completely serious.
This day will not end.
I’m pretty sure I said that yesterday too.
though nothing, nothing will keep us together
I suppose that’s one way to get you to read the syllabus. And it’s more stimulating than just sitting there while I read it to you. So maybe it’ll stick.
This week will not end.
My hips are starting to hurt. Too much sitting.
Too much all of the everything.
Man I love my 50mm lens.
never thought i’d need
How do I have a whole Snickers bar and a whole bag of M&Ms in my cubby. And how long ago did they get there that I cannot even remember them?
I’m not telling him. You tell him.
OK that’s just a weird feeling.
Way to go, jentober. You left your umbrella-ella-ella in the car.
I had entirely forgotten.
I need to send some random books in the mail. It’s been a while since I’ve done a random book day.
I love Frank Reagan’s cardigans.
Why does the angel in white look like he’s trying to tread water?
I had no idea Nicole Kidman was actually American. Huh.
OMG Piers Morgan stahp. Agreeing with you makes me feel icky. But all of a sudden you keep making sense. What the actual hell.
I’m so glad you’re staying.
Yes. A three day weekend is just what I need.
I really sincerely wish we didn’t even have that thing in our building.
pushing the hair from my eyes
I used to have that album. I have no idea what happened to it.
I should shave my legs.
I have absolutely no memory of why I was looking up conversion factors for that particular yarn.
stay by my side
One of my all time favorite Bowie songs. So much love.
That whole first Tin Machine album is really good, actually.
I am going to read that article but I am not going to read it right now.
I need to order that Malabrigo and play around with this pattern idea.
I need to work from home.
I need to be a stay at home mom.
I need to go get that kettle off the boil.