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Random Wednesday


I’m sorry, I can’t talk to you right now. I’m too busy growing my hair.

Wow. I totally read that as “So I’m eating babies.”

Selkies! This looks lovely.

“There is no limit to the number of times an aluminum can can be recycled.” Yes there is. It’s once. After it’s been recycled once, it’s not a can any more.

I love pasties.


It’s painfully ironic to me that a supervisor who has “chatted” with me more than once about my unsmiley demeanor because people have complained that I’m not friendly enough – basing this solely on my expressions – and despite my protestations that I have no control over my resting facial expression, is bringing an artist to campus for a week to the tune of way to many dollars whose work focuses entirely around the concept of “Stop Telling Women to Smile”.

I am forever saying we should stop using words or phrases that drive me nuts – AMAZEBALLS!!! Hubby. Hot seat. Humpday. But this list is straight up stupid. Bitch.

The refusal to accept any personal responsibility for your own safety is beyond my comprehension. This is not to say that I condone any act of rape at all. It is to say that women are absolutely complicit in their own safety. To lay all responsibility at the feet of men is not only an unreasonable expectation, it is entirely counter to so called feminism. If we’re all completely equal, how can we expect women to eschew any common sense or responsibility? Merely wailing “Men shouldn’t rape! Women should be able to get as drunk as they want!” is preposterous and displays absolutely zero understanding of the human race. Of course men shouldn’t rape. Women shouldn’t either. People shouldn’t steal, kill, brutalize, lie, or in any way be wretched. But they do. That is the nature of humans.


I keep saying these things as if someday these people will actually listen. But they don’t. I think I tasted blood biting my tongue this morning. I gave you a solution. And then I gave it to you again. From now on, my answer is no.

Dear People Magazine, Zac Efron is not sexy. Sending shirtless photos of him to my email and calling it the sexiest email I’ll get all day is just wrong. Please reconsider your criteria. Sincerely, Zac Efron’s Eyebrows Will Always Bother Me.

Man, that is some tiny type.

That is not zen. That is so not zen.

How have I been this busy today? I need another snow day.


I think it’s supposed to rain this weekend. All the snow will go away. Then we have to start all over again. But right now it’s snowing snowing snowing.

My glasses are hurting my face.

I’M OUT OF PEANUT BUTTER M&M’S AGAIN!!! Wait. That’s probably a good thing.

Kitten Box. Gah. I get stressed out just thinking about it.

It’s not a complicated question, really.

hidden in the branches

ARRRgghHHH How many times can I bash this knuckle on something before all that’s left is bone???

Crap. That snow day totally messed me up. I have to make a dessert tonight for the potluck.

Not even the yoga ball chair can help my posture today.

Hear Hear!!

You are invited to the Government and Non-Profit Fair! Oh goody.

I could use a nap.

Ha: “College is easy. It’s like riding a bike. Except the bike is on fire and you’re on fire and everything is on fire and you’re in hell.”

I hope I have everything I need for that cake because I am not leaving the house again after I get home.

I hope it doesn’t take me three years to drive home in this.

I should keep a Sno-Brum in my truck.

Totoro Grenade!

I do not understand why I’m sooooooooo tired today.

I love chili.

I don’t really get why people love the food at Thanksgiving so much.


It took me three years to get home, but only because people were driving like tiny little old ladies.

Ha! I love Mike Rowe.

Cool off, cake! I need to frost you!

Is that guy ever not high?

I am ready for sleep.

The whole damn thing spilled in my bag.

I have no idea what to wear tomorrow.

“An exciting way to make music with your own instrument”

No. Logic. Chaos. Everywhere. INTERNET.

No tea for you tonight, young lady.

All I wanted was a Pepsi.


1 Comment

  1. spybat

    recycled aluminum cans are made into more (actually less) aluminum cans.

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