Where the hell am I going to come up with $50,000? I know nothing about fundraising. Hell. I couldn’t even raise $2,000 for a new camera.

Speaking of Neil Himself … It’s interesting to me that, even having been proofread by Neil Freaking Gaiman, I’ve still found errors. A few grammatically questionable sentences. And the woman’s name is Kimya Dawson, not Dawsom. And when the piece opens her son is 9 months old and when it closes he’s 8 months old. And did your mother give you the option when you were fifteen or when you were fourteen? And I’m sorry, did anyone actually proofread this or are you just saying that to add legitimacy? Just goes to show you, I suppose.

Maybe some day I, too, will be a woman who can afford to knit with $36 per skein yarn.

People who microwave popcorn at work should be drawn and quartered. First – the smell is like an ice pick in my left temple. Second – I can hear you eat that foulness from across the room.

I’m not really into the whole speckled yarn thing.

Um. It’s “bated” breath. Not “baited” breath. Do you even know what it means? Because if you did, I’m not sure you would have said baited.

If you’re going to culturally appropriate a word, at least have the courtesy to spell it correctly, prog.

I’m skullking.

I stole your bag of cookies, do you want to come eat them with me?

I thought that said overveillance.

Orweillance

I was not prepared for your ire.

I don’t think they actually appreciate being called that.

Why are pugs so popular all of a sudden?

Can someone just buy me a whole new wardrobe from this shop please and thank you?

OK Preacher might be in the running for new favorite show.

Iced coffee. Give me all the iced coffee.

There’s a whole town full of bottle houses.

Why doesn’t anyone want this tea?

I feel like this could have been funny … but is just disappointing. The rest of the blog is entertaining though. So there’s that. I shouldn’t criticize. She’s doing better than I am, I’m sure.

Honestly it’s like Bernie supporters have never actually participated in the voting/election process before.

Also? If you don’t like the way your party chooses a candidate, the middle of an election cycle is not the time to change how the candidate is chosen. You can’t come to the dance late and then cry in your punch because you don’t have anybody to dance with.

People just make me tired.

What is with the sudden inundation of SPAM in my work email lately? Sheesh.

This just makes me so sad.

I think it’s time for food.

OK! I’m gonna just let you Google this …

I haven’t been on Facebook all day and it’s been awesome.

I’d like a nap. Right now. A nice long one.

I don’t care how much she paid for that jacket, it’s hideous. Fifty cents would have been too much. But seriously. Who pays $12,000 for a freaking jacket?

“It’s kind of ridiculous, but I read Reason articles more to spot the typos than for the content.”

I think it’s time to wave the white flag.

Did you get your post card?

I keep thinking it’s Friday. le sigh

OK. I for real el oh elled at this one.

one one one and two two two three three three and four four four   .

Seems superfluous.

I’m too tired to read.

I had to go ahead and take the migraine pill. And now we power through.

I wish the Den was a shorter walk so I could get a giant fountain Diet Dew on a break, rather than squeezing it in on my lunch hour. But it’s probably a good thing it’s not. Really.

When 7 Eleven was almost right behind my dorm at Michigan State, I pretty much lived on Super Big Gulp Mtn. Dew and cigarettes.

Oh. My. GOD. The tween angst is freaking killing me. I just cannot.

Oh damn. I forgot I have that new email seminar thing tomorrow. Whee.

Well that smells tasty.

A shawl pattern called Danzig? You know I have to knit that.

… there’s no need to be so dire

What’s up with Stormageddon’s sudden aversion to bathing? He used to love the tub.

I don’t like cold M&M’s. I like melty M&M’s.

I’m too blurry to read. I just want to doze and knit the last stripe row so I can knit the border so I can bind off and weave ends and be done so I can start these baby blankets.

Also I’m sorry, because I love the look of the finished Rattan shawl, but knitting it is boring the heck out of me. And I’m making TWO of them right now! ooph.

I need to make a new t shirt: I’m a libertarian, ask me how!

It’s a Buffy reference, my friend. Though I doubt Joss Whedon is remotely interested in libertarianism.

I need to stop talking now.

Stop. Talking.

Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit.

OMG stop. Just stop. Please. I’m begging you.

Clearly I am allergic to this office. Every day I sit here and sneeze all day. I don’t do that at home.

The other night, Stormageddon fell asleep, head on my chest, little arm outstretched, and I thought, I’m just going to stay here a little bit longer. I’m just going to stay here and wrap myself up in this weight and warmth and just breathe, because I don’t know how much more of this I’ll get.

Man. There’s so much STUFF I want to do. I want to dye my own yarn and raise bees and design knits and go to grad school and learn how to make my own skirts and stuff and more stuff and I DON’T HAVE TIME for pretty much any of it. Cept prolly grad school. Which is prolly at the bottom of my list right now, actually. sigh.

There aren’t many words more fun to say than vituperation. Maybe vituperative.

Naphtali Dagget. What a name.

content/content

Wow!

I am not sure I could live somewhere that didn’t have fireflies.

Why do you always get down to brass tacks? Why not stainless steel tacks? Or thumb tacks? Or carpet tacks? What’s so special about brass?

I have no intention of answering your question.

I don’t care what those hipster mom blogs say. I don’t want my daughter to grow up and say “My mother was my best friend.” I want her to grow up and say I was a good mom. That I did my best and my best was just exactly right. It’s not my job to be her best friend. It’s my job to be her mom.

I don’t know what I just did, but I lost some words and I have no idea what I said.

Ohh thunder!

Oh wait no. I briefly forgot they’re still tearing down the building next door.

No one in a vagina costume is ever spectacular. That’s just a fact.  Unless by “spectacular” you meant “spectacularly bad.”

That toothbrush is totally not working out for me.

Miss W says I remind her of Bones, which she swears is a good thing.

I’m tired of hearing about gorillas and allegedly bad parents and you’re doing your holiday wrong and blah blah blah.

Finger. Still. Hurts.

My shoe just fell off and now it’s behind the space heater and that means I have to crawl under my desk to get it and frankly, I just can’t be arsed right now.

Oh my GOD the humidity. Blargh.

Ahhhh. There’s the rain.

Sometimes reply alls feel like a contest for who’s the better, nicer, more awesome staff member. Or something. It’s obnoxious.

“Woman taking midnight shower confronted by heavyset intruder with manbun”

I don’t actually know anything about this Hamilton business.

This chapter is much longer than I thought.

Aw! Puppy!

I have never liked rootbeer floats. I do not believe in mixing sweets and carbonated beverages.

“And sometimes I wish I lived in a time where I wasn’t inundated with these daily articles.”

I can safely say that no, in fact, I have never had any desire to lick my cat. And holy wow does that sound wrong.

No, that’s sarcasm, dear.

I wouldn’t want to be ostrich-sized either, kid.

Wait, the Communist Party USA is backing Hillary over Bernie? Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

These two things are seemingly unrelated.

“Our capacity for feeling is in itself an insatiable and bottomless abyss.”

A photo from the archives. Goes nicely with last week’s.

Any day that I get to use the plot of a Phillip K. Dick novel to illustrate a point is a good day.

People don’t like it when you talk about your chronic pain. So mostly I just don’t.

Will this fit in any V.C.Arrrrrr?

I’d really just prefer you not say “bless you” at all when I sneeze than to say it from your cube across the office at a volume that leaves me wondering if I actually heard you, or if I am going to look like a lunatic by yelling “thank you.”

Well. You’re just the specialest gorram snowflake in town, aren’t ya?

Well this is a bitch and a half.

Yep. Livin’ the dream.

Evidently we’re playing “Who’s More Libertarian?” It’s kind of like “Who’s More Grizzled?” but less funny and more obnoxiously self-righteous.

Who the hell is Chewbacca Mom?

I just remembered that this is a three day weekend. I almost cried with joy.

Every time you respond is positive reinforcement. Or negative. I can never remember which is which.

Well that. Huh.          Huh.

It’s a little surprising just how much my stupid hand hurts just because it’s attached to my stupid finger, which hurts like you would not believe.

OK, also this is really messing up my typing skills.

I tried knitting but this bandage screws up my tension.

Maybe it’ll finally sink in the 480eleventeenth time I explain it to you.

Nothing more aggravating than when an IT person who doesn’t know you assumes you’re a moron.

Thanks for the Billy Idol, Mister. It made today suck 70% less.

Also making my day suck less: Two people in as many days saying “No way! I never would have guessed that, you look so young!” upon learning my age.

Raise your hand if you’re tired of hearing about bloody bathrooms!

This might have to be put off til tomorrow. Sheesh.

Well. Aced that test. I did not see that coming.

I just remembered Buzz Beer.

Talk about impossible meetings to schedule. Good grief.

Much busier morning than expected!

Hey that’s James Marsters! He’s aging … interestingly.

A thing. Like a shoe. Or a waffle iron. A thing.

Hardly worth the wait, I reckon.

Oh wow, Charisma Carpenter’s in this episode too!

Yes, please, thank you.

Seems like a pretty lackluster response to this week’s discussion question.

Gen Eds are dumb, yo.

Your IT people are really starting to irritate me. I’m not a cave dweller. I do actually know what I’m talking about.

I hate to break it to you son, but your version of what’s best for everyone and what will “benefit all of us” isn’t everyone else’s version. And that’s the worst thing about democracy. We’re all subject to the tyranny – not even of the masses anymore – but the tyranny of a whiny few. That’s what the republic was supposed to help avoid. Stop bitching and start taking some responsibility for your life. Where you are is no one’s fault but your own.

I greatly dislike the word “remuneration” mostly because I find it incredibly difficult to say.

Eh. No one cares what I think.

OK, I’m done. I don’t even know what this is now. I’m boring us all.

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

I don’t know. I think there are probably at least a handful of ways to rock.

One day, I’d very much like to drive Route 66.

OK anything BOMB. Stop calling things bombs. It’s dumb. The only acceptable use of bomb is as an adjective. You’re the bomb, baby! Or, you know, when referring to an actual explosive device.

Unpempolyment

“I think about Aaron Eckhart naked for a minute before I respond. … I’ve never actually seen him naked, but I’ve seen him naked enough to be able to fill in the blanks.”

It’s hard to have a discussion when everyone’s response to your post is “I totally agree with you, that is such a good point.” Come on.

I thought that said “When I noticed how articulated she was …”

Trainspotting sequel???

On point. On fleek. On model. All of them. All of them must go.

OMG hilarious.

What?! No one told me we had liberty AND freedom!!!

Mitch Pileggi’s eyebrows look weird.

Non-fiction, Non-fiction, Science Fiction Double Feature

Yo. Yo. Ma. Gabba Gabba, MTV Raps.

Why does my knuckle hurt?

tengo que haga un esfuerzo excesivo mi cerebro

What a strange man.

Wait. Maybe this is the universe trying to warn me about something.

I’m not looking forward to this lunch.

It’s too bad you can’t still get Sears Homes.

I kind of miss the house my dad built. I would move back there. Looks like they sold off some acreage though. So maybe not.

I’m just giving you a look right now. You know the one.

I seriously might have to unfriend you. You seem to grow more obnoxious by the minute.

Fine. Whatever.

I would not mind going to the Club Soda reunion. But I will not wear my Club Soda t shirt. That would be too weird.

“Well, sure an individual has to take responsibility for making the choice to use drugs, but the drug dealer holds some culpability as well.”
“The drug dealer is just a means of distribution. The drug dealer is not responsible for the individual’s choice to use his product any more than Meijer is responsible for my decision to drink Dr. Pepper 10.”

OK. Lunch was alright. I hate riddles though.

I might cry real human tears over Cascade.

I still think my route resembles Indiana.

Bill Knapp’s chocolate cake is my faaaaavorite.

I’m totally embarrassed to say that I did not even realize this was Andrew from Buffy. But his Instagram is hilarious.

I need some kind of pressure band for my skull.

I know what I think about it.

kust ion fages

I did all of the dishes. All of them.

This is just not cold enough. I think tea would be better I guess.

That is just not right.

I kind of wish the damn family room was Stormageddon proof so that the TV watching was in the family room instead of my bedroom because then my bedroom would not be full of stinky children all the time throwing my pillows on the floor and shoving the top sheet down to the foot of the bed and then I could go in my bedroom and indulge in an episode of Supernatural or, you know, some other brainy type mom show in peace. And stuff.

I do love the occasional run on sentence. Sometimes it’s appropriate.

I’m standing at the island in the kitchen fighting to keep my eyes open at 7:37 p.m.

My seven key is sticky. Always has been.

I’m reasonably certain I should not be wearing this shirt.

Oh I just remembered. I’ll be in Chicago next week.

I ain’t no now you’re messin’ with a Nazareth Misfits mashup. You better think about it, baby.

You just came out here to head butt me didn’t you? Demon child.

Um. I’m really struggling to understand how you can categorize Marx as a hero.

The goal is to work through ALL of the stash yarn before buying more. I’m confident that I will fail fail fail. I do have to make one exception – there’s a baby blanket that needs to be made. But I am going to try. I even cleaned a whole bunch of stuff that I admitted I would never ever use and donated it to Miss W’s partnership school. But ideally, I’d like to work through what’s there. And in the future only buy yarn for specific patterns. No matter how pretty and soft and squishy and yummy it might be. I can be yarn smart! I can! I swear! Also yarn won in knit-alongs totally doesn’t count.

Well. That was a monumental waste of time.

I don’t care what anyone thinks, I love this Mumford and Sons album.

OK, can we please retire the phrase “truth bomb” now?

And while we’re on the subject, I think the term flash mob is dumb.

This guy has used “fois gras” more than any other human I’ve ever heard speak. I think he thinks it makes him sound intelligent. Worldly. Of course that is undermined by statements like “We’ve all seen videos of alligators taking down zebras in Africa …” Dude. There are no alligators in Africa.

Can I just tell you how much I loathe Sharepoint?

Oh it’s Florida Georgia Line. I had it backwards. That’s how much I care.

“When humans want something really really bad – we lie.”
“Why?”
“Because. That’s how you become president.”

I’m sure this is the road the Mister believes I’m headed down with my mugs.

Sometimes I forget how much I love Jesus and Mary Chain. And I just don’t know how that is even possible.

Man. Why do you think that you’re simplifying things when you’re actually making my life harder?

Who wears these lip colors? Not humans, that’s who.

Stop with the mouth wide open fake smile. Stop. It’s obnoxious and stupid.

I have absolutely no energy whatsoever. None.

Why did Rudolf Hess fly to Scotland during World War II? I don’t know. Why are you asking me??

I’m not sure why I’m here.

That fireplace + Stormageddon = disaster of epic proportions.

I think living in a Frank Lloyd Wright house would be profoundly depressing.

I don’t like that new Instagram logo. It’s lame.

I’d give you details, but I really don’t know what this meeting is about.

I still miss Flickr.

I don’t ask that question very often any more.

Of course it’s a First World problem. That’s where you live.

Damn. My ice melted.

This is one of the best brownies I have ever eaten.

Wait. The Smithsonian has nude photos of Dubya and Hillary?

Not together. ew. It was SCIENCE. ish.

I only skimmed that article but it makes it sound WAY more sinister than it really was.

I don’t really understand that whole Gwen Stefani-Blake Shelton thing.

Wow. I guess I’m doing this lunch thing totally wrong.

That’s a water stain. It’s terrible.

I need a snacks. Ha. Apparently I need more than one snack. Or a large snack. Feeeeed me.

Someone needs to stop the Gwyneth train. Please.

OK yeah, that’s pretty funny.

Can I have a nap too? I don’t think a nap is too much to ask.

Um. It does not feel like 72 out there. That is some crazy talk.

That did not go at all according to plan.

Fine. Who has time to teach anyway?

“Lucifer in the flesh.” Now that is hilarious.

Y’all act like this superdelegate thing is something new, something that just got cooked up just to screw poor Grandpa Bernie over. You’ve been using this system for 30+ years. It never seemed to bother you before.

“Team Ironman, definitely. I don’t go for a trader.”
“But what if he’s got really good deals?”

I’m struggling to understand how a band like Georgia Florida Line has fans. They’re like Nickelback but pop country. 100% God awful.

This is the cutest. Just watch the video.

Holy wow that’s pretty.

I really hope you’re not asking me to do this literally insane thing that I think you’re asking me to do.

Turn your music down. No one wants to listen to that crap.

I have really not gotten very far at all.

I really cannot get that Nazareth song out of my head.

They are all pronouncing hygienist weirdly.

That there says “alumni”.

All that trudging to and fro in the wind and rain make me long for a nice cuppa tea, this really great book on the American revolution, a warm snuggly blanket and a 4 hour nap.

I am getting none of those things.

Helps if you type in the right email, Jennifer.

I have no idea what that means.

Well. As long as they don’t get to take a plane ride, I guess I don’t care.

I totally forgot the monks were going to be here next week.

hyper hypo hippo lippo lipo typo psycho potato

Helena Bonham Carter is my spirit animal.

“So this is how liberty dies. With thunderous applause.”

Now you’re messin with a

I don’t have any cheese, I’m sorry.

That was an unnecessary qualifier.

OK. I’m completely over this day.

Yes. That worked so well the first time, please, go ahead, try it again.

Maybe I’m just tired of sharing.

Wonder how long it’ll take for the Dems to forget that they hated Hillary for most of the last year when they realize Bernie’s not getting the nomination.

you got to

Nope. “self care” still creepy.

You don’t actually have to speak to me as if I were a half wit, thank you.

What up, Fonzie?

Why the hell would I want Rubio socks?

You know. I feel like I probably *should,* but I just do not think Dita Von Teese is particularly attractive.

This sentence made my brain cry: “On its face the argument from liberty does prima facie support …”

In lieu of doesn’t mean what you think it means. What you’re trying to say is in light of. They’re very different things. I swear I’ve mentioned this before. A shocking number of people make this mistake.

If I was chock full of disposable cash, this kit is one of the first things I’d buy. In aquamarine or fog. But we all know me, so we know I’d probably pick fog.

I like Michael Keaton.

you don’t

Well. She doesn’t have children. So OBVIOUSLY she knows what is best for all of our children.

I totally just wrote case by case basement.

Obviously we all need more ELO in our lives.

Don’t you ever just want to turn off your life, bury yourself in the Dresden Files, and not resurface until you’ve re-read the entire series? No? Just me?

“So while pro-Bernie progressives are free to create their own communities in Ron Paul’s world, Ron Paul libertarians are compelled by force to participate in Bernie’s world. That is the fundamental difference between liberty and socialism, between voluntaryism and collectivism, between statism and private property. Nothing prevents progressives from living as they wish now, except the very things they viciously oppose: decentralization, secession, and local control.”

Go see Tony Bennett for free? Um OK.

i’m a little

Totally el oh elled.

Every email you send does not need the big red high priority arrow. I’m sorry.

Look, I know it’s tempting. It feels better on your tongue to say it. But it’s not the Ukraine. It’s just Ukraine. Just like it’s not the Turkey. It’s not the Cuba. There’s no the!

Sorry. I just can’t do Ennio Morricone.

Wow. I’m boring when work is boring. I could totally close my eyes and go straight to sleep right now.

I just don’t see how Molly Ringwald had the cleavage necessary to pull that trick off. I call movie magic on that one.

I don’t actually care about Beyonce.

i feel like

sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

What? They look interesting! Don’t judge me!

You don’t speak Spanish!

Why would the UN investigate the Democratic primary?

“I made a puppet, and it’s a hippie. His name is Hippie Joe.”
“What? I gave you a good name! Hodie!”
“Hippie Hodie!”

I prolly oughta go wash my hair or something.

If only there was some kind of proof!

Well, I’m glad I don’t live in Richland so I don’t have to vote on dissolving my village. But I kind of tend to think that I’m always going to vote for less government, so I kind of tend to think if I did live there, I’d be voting to dissolve it.

that echo chorus lied to me

My internet is totally wonked. Dammit.

There can be only one!

A frozen yogurt robot. Huh.

I like that Orphan Black show. Very entertaining.

It’s kind of remarkable how quickly I start to dream after dosing off.

Interesting question.

Anyway, that was weird.

Water. I need some water.

Stop. Thief.

the future is ours to see

I don’t even know. I just don’t even know.

oh but i do. i know. we are.

Everyone is all “Johnny Depp is screaming with his eyes in that video” and all I can see is “Man, that m’fer is stoned off his ass.”

I could have sworn that whole “who is going to be on our money” thing was settled already.

I might have actually snort laughed.

How do you “accidentally” register for the wrong political party?

Yes. I remember the great Excedrin Migraine recall of 2012. I remember it vividly. Those were dark days. Dark days indeed.

Some people’s coupleness is just way too much for human consumption.

I love it when people send me random cell phone pix. Brightens my day. But don’t be pervy. Nobody wants that.

Probably if you want me to hire you you should actually show up for your interview. Just a suggestion.

So basically we’re writing two final papers if I actually follow the directions. No. I’m making a conscious choice to do less than is demanded. I just can’t be bothered to care enough to write more crap.

I’m not sure why you include your email address in your email signature. Don’t people kind of already have that by dint of the email that they’re reading from you?

I just don’t even understand how my Gmail could be full. I don’t even know what’s in there.

It’s going to be a busy busy day. Joy.

… two hours later …

Yes, busy is one word for it. Hell’s bells.

I think it’s time for me to face the fact that I am never going to have the time to learn to sew my own clothes. So much for cute A Line skirts and adorable blouses.

I totally just typed that as “infant morality” and thought it was hilarious. We all know how immoral infants are.

Don’t go out there, it’s full of dogs.

babe that doesn’t mean

You don’t tell your boss you’ll be back at 2:40 and then text her with a ha ha just kidding. Not cool.

I’m not at all sure that’s a point in your favor. I mean how many of us can really get away with tank tops?

I am never going to finish reading that homeschooling article. I need to admit defeat here as well.

Close the tab, sister! Walk away!

I really wish I had not worn contacts today. I’m so bleary I can’t see anything right.

It’s like a stack of letters you never sent.

I cannot believe the AC is on. It is not that warm in here.

I am not going to get any work done on this paper today. I need to admit this defeat too.

So. Much. Defeat.

Stupid week.

They appreciate chairs, start there.

Every time I see that picture being floated around of Harriet Tubman on the 20 I think she’s holding a wand and is casting a spell.

If you’re going to be an ass I’m going to tell you you’re being an ass. Even if it’s in a public or semi-public forum.

Man, I have a whole slew of thank you cards to write.

I got no answer for ya on that one.

I just have no interest in writing this paper. But I need to suck it up and get it done. Now.

Now now now.

I think it’s interesting that one of your news sources is a media outlet that has named itself after those responsible for the Armenian Genocide.

Do you even history, bro?

Man.

Onerous and odious in the same sentence. Impressive.

Wow, she sure does that duck face a lot.It’s kind of obnoxious.

“He’s most of the sane people I know.”

Hey Supernatural? That’s not wormwood. That looks like it might be Creeping Jenny. But it’s definitely not wormwood.

I dunno. Fitbits kinda creep me out. Like you’re one step closer to Skynet.

You know you’ve found yet another hipster mom blog when they’ve included an artsy photo of a Kinfolk publication.

Just out of curiosity, have you gotten your Google fixed yet?

I think this particular headache is making me crankier than usual.

You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.

Did you know it’s my birthday week? Well why not? Pay attention.

Run for office? Don’t run for office. Run for office? Don’t run for office. I CAN’T DECIDE.

OMG. If I run, and get elected, I’ll probably have to stop doing Random.

Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

I still forgot the thing.

Eat a donut! It’s my birthday!

I feel like I should probably get some work done.

I have the best students in the world. They brought me my favorite snack and a chai latte. They’re so sweet.

Well. That was an experience. Think I’ll just go to class now.

I don’t think you need to know every single detail. In many many instances, the details are just not important.

“13 Lena Dunham approved books you need to read right now.” Let me just stop you at Lena Dunham with a big fat no.

I’ve totally lost track of what I’m doing. Totally.

Determination of death. If you don’t cremate me, I want one of those bell things that I can ring when I discover that I’m not actually dead.

Tiny Jayne Cobb!

Well. That answers that question.

Why yes, I would like to take your grad Theory of Democracy seminar this fall, thank you very much!

This two Jennifers thing is going to be confusing. I’m just going to assume they’re never talking to me.

OK yesterday was ridiculous. But whatever. This is like the worst Random ever. And I still don’t have a photo for it.

There. Something from the archives.

I had no idea there was a whole country music war happening. I think that’s kind of hilarious.

Let’s get this t

I do not think I’ve had enough protein in the last 24 hours.

What do you think about assisted suicide?

Evidently Gen Xers believe they are more likely to see a UFO than a social security check in their lifetimes. I can attest that yes, this Gen Xer thinks that makes perfect sense.

How incredibly fascinating.

I don’t know why I’m so antsy, but it’s really bugging me. No pun intended.

Arrrgh. This is too much work.

I kinda want to quit the TWAW thing.

Wait. I don’t think the two groups can be fairly lumped together.

I have a food dilemma. Dammit!

OMG I totally forgot about Unhappy Hipsters.  Doesn’t look like they’ve done anything in a while.

You know what? It’s time to let this puppy go.

I’m sorry, but no. Alien is not a horror film.

I’ma retire Thursday Soundtrack. On account of nobody cares what I’m listening to anyway.

I think it’s unreasonable to expect people to dress business professional. I don’t own any business professional clothing. And I’m not going to buy any for one lousy event.

Not a band I normally listen to, but this is a surprisingly beautiful cover of the Sound of Silence.

These are pretty!

Wow. Dubya has his faults, sure. But worse than Stalin, Lenin, or Mao? It’s like these people have never even opened a history book.

Man alive. Netflix does not shy away from the violence in Daredevil at all.

I find it fascinating that there actually exists such a thing as a Fear of Death Scale.

This place is sucking all the nice out of me.

You can’t give out a letter without ID.

I’m sorry but Karen and Matthew are not a believable couple at all. He should have stuck with Claire. Also? I’m not terribly fond of the actress that plays Karen.

Either my insta posts suddenly suck, or the new algorithm is actually affecting my stream. That makes me sad.

it’s true

It was a weird drive in.

I can’t be held responsible for you not reading your email.

Thanks for being so awesome, Paypal. Fantastic customer service. I’m so happy to have my money back.

damn hell jentober hiatus seems like a good idea. Of course I never listen to myself.

Oh, right. Mother’s Day.

I’ve never been compared to tea before.

I think it’s funny when Bernie Sanders supporters are all “where is all the media coverage?” Everywhere I look I see nothing but Sanders and Trump. It’s like living a nightmare.

Wow, the system is like erosion today. As in “slower than.”

Who says higher education is a waste?

Oh yeah. That was when I fell off a mountain in Washington. Good times.

I wish Sarah would do more self portraits. I wish Red would shoot more in general. I wish I was a successful fundraiser.

I think it’s probably petty of me to be offended by that whole thing. But I am.

I’ll probably delete that paragraph.

If I don’t forget.

I seem bitter today. I need to change that.

A donut with sprinkles!

You never call, you never write.

I didn’t forget. I didn’t delete it entirely either. I just modified it.

This is not actually a very good donut.

If you look at the name George long enough it stops making sense.

Also, my birthday is in like a week …

See. I don’t know why I do that. Now I just feel like a lump.

You know what sucks the most about acne rosacea flareups? EVERYTHING.

Well. I’m awfully chatty today. Online anyway.

OMG! Look at those little bees!

I’ve worn this cami every day this week. Don’t judge me.

I will not be in attendance. And neither will you.

Yep.

Not loving the new layout of Libertarianism.org.

Wow. I need to take these bottles back to the store.

Y’all just make me tired.

Who knew there was such a thing as Terror Management Theory? Not me.

This wouldn’t be an issue if you didn’t make me change my password every 6 months.  I wish they’d be a little faster about resetting it. I kind of need to log into this damn database.  Wow. Just typing that sentence made it happen. I’m magical.

Magical. MAGICAL. M.A.G.I.C.A.L.

Someone think up something that can be a magical acronym for. Quick!

sammiches

Hmmmmmm. Read this horribly boring book for class or watch something on Netflix? It’s a tougher decision than you’d think.

Ummmm.              huh.

Aw. Poor Charlize Theron. So pretty. Your life must be so hard.

If I were that Karen chick I think I’d invest in some far more sensible shoes.

Aw man. Merle Haggard died.

Yeah, OK. That might be the coolest camera bag EVAR, but who the bleeding hell has that kind of money??

This would be a really good day for chili.

I named Merle the cat after Haggard, not that Walking Dead character. For the record.

She has Michigan hair. I think it only just occurred to me that Michigan is the only place I have ever seen that hair style.

Is this thing on?

Don’t you hate those days where you’re quite sure you’ve become invisible?

You’re never gonna send that post card, are you?

I’ll tell you one thing I’m not dead wrong about: Bernie Sanders.

Are you sure you’re not confusing the Johnson & Johnson baby with the Antichrist?

I’m kind of glad my class is canceled tomorrow.

I’m not at all sure what I think about this.

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