25 degrees is just too damn cold.

They sure do use a lot of sports analogies.

I think Bowe Bergdahl should have received prison time. His actions were directly responsible for the deaths of others. And I don’t care how much you dislike the president, letting Bergdahl off to send a message to him is inexcusable.

Yes, I would like some salmonella with my coffee, thanks.

I joke, but I eat my eggs sunny side up, so. There’s that.

Not a photo of people in blackface, yet somehow making a joke about giving blue people a free meal is the wrong response. Fucking ridiculous.

another damn staff meeting

But I took that picture before my pants were wet.

I can’t make people respond to my requests. I can only make the requests.

Bleah.

Stop making me share what I’m grateful for at a staff meeting. It’s not a therapy session and it’s not appropriate.

I’m trying not to cry. Just so you know.

Think I’ll take a break and knit some shit and watch some Suits and try to move on with my day.

Or I’ll just go ahead and sit here continuing to torture myself. Cos that’s what I do.

But once again, I don’t have any goals, and this will be a waste of time.

Let’s start over. What’s for lunch? I hope it comes with donuts.

Maybe I should get a cider.

Three things that make me happy: yarn, bats, hot apple cider.

I should put a picture in this locket.

In first grade I was morally outraged at a banner declaring Merry X-Mas! in my classroom and told my teacher it was sacrilegious. To this day I am astonished at her ability to refrain from laughing her ass off in front of her students.

oooooooooooooooooops

I for real used to completely love Kevin Spacey. Man.

I definitely need a Biggby. It will make me less sad. I hate being sad.

See? I don’t have to wash my tea mug every day!

I feel like I need to continue this tomorrow. When I’ll possibly be in a better frame of mind.

Gah. My hair feels gross.

Blatant misuse of quotation marks.

I just think Dean looks awfully tired this season. And I’m still really hating Sam’s hair this season.

Well that gives me a way to use those two hanks of Malabrigo.

Man. I’m glad I don’t work in the entertainment industry.

Back pay??? Bergdahl is entitled to back pay?????

Where can I get one of these chainsaw bayonets? It’ll be handy for the zombie apocalypse.

Oh good! Exactly what I needed! Another lanyard!

Sometimes I wonder if you can really picture my face as clearly as you need to when you read these posts.

I am totally Donna.

What do you think, should I go red for the winter?

I really needed to read this this week. Thanks, lady.

Gosh, I regret that I am not president too, Joey, but that’s worth about as much as my old VCR.

ARGH COME ON

I am not a fan of snow or Christmas, but Christmas just isn’t right without snow.

Stormageddon and I happened across this little guy on Instagram last night and fell in love.

But they can still open the drawers …

Why can’t I see comments on posts on FB any more??

I’m not sure that’s actually successful adulating …

Crap. I completely forgot about this massive waste of time called an hour and a half long meeting in another building.

Well damn. Suits is done for now. Go back and start Supernatural over again?

I don’t think Jerry Seinfeld is funny.

Whelp. Nothing’s gonna happen now.

I should prolly wash my hair.

At least the meeting gave me an excuse to swing by Biggby for a caramel apple cider.

No, really.

I need to swatch this cowl.

Stay out of the toothpaste!

I’ve never much cared for that guy anyway.

Yarn cakes for everyone!

Halloween is over. Sadness.

I don’t know that I’d ever get a tattoo on my hand. It seems like that’d be pretty painful. I would like a new tattoo though.

Maybe a new tattoo can be my reward to myself for achieving that thing that I’ve been working on for the last few weeks.

Probably not, though.

Dude. It’s not “Orwellian-like,” it’s just “Orwellian.”

Stop politicizing Halloween. Stop ruining everything.

Man I miss the 70s. And 80s. And some of the 90s.

Man. Now it’ll be nothing but Christmas Christmas Christmas til fricking January. SIGH.

I just read this article and feel like I walked in on the middle of a conversation and then quietly slipped away when I was not invited to join.

Evidently you’re supposed to click through to the original. I hate websites that do that. Very much.

Bleah. My cheeks and nose are wind burned from trick or treating. ouch.

Wow. He was joking about taking half her candy.

I am not a lineman for the county.

It must be exhausting to be so full of hate and rage all the time.

I really do not love Sammy Hagar.

I’m skullking.

Oh Dear God what if –

I wish they’d just call. Or email. Or SOMETHING.

This is driving me crazy.

You don’t actually get high from that. Just so you know.

Oh right. Cos we need yet another microbrew in Michigan. Whatever. Generate some cashflow for the economy.

Eh

I just don’t care for beer.

This is just plain awesome. Homeschool FTW.

Well, it’s simple, I’ll give you that.

Wait. What? How am I not in the system as a publisher for this damn thing?

Dammit!

I call bullshit.

One sleeve down, the second in progress. The end is in sight. I might be able to wear this sweater before the end of the year after all!!

Yes. The answer is “yes.” The answer is not “It SHOULD be this way blah blah blah.” The answer is “yes.”

I need to stop looking at the internet right now.

Or you could just ignore me and then shit won’t get done. That works too.

I should read, but I just can’t seem to get into anything lately.

Wow.

I’m pretty sure that doesn’t qualify as Nazi propaganda. Settle down.

COME ON.

So many phone calls.

I’m in completely the wrong frame of mind.

No, you can’t hang more than one flier in my building.

This is silly.

I am ridiculous.

I make a mean quiche.

Day after day after day after day …

yawn.

I think I’ll wait to poke the publish button for just a tiny while.

Oh God. The Christmassing has already begun. I can’t take it.

Take the survey. Ok. I guess.

I’m starting to think that she’s not going to publish that pattern.

I really don’t think it matters as long as you’re consistent.

Crap, I forgot about my tea.

Hello treadmill and Netflix.

They all start with W?

That’s not what I said.

363 days, 5 hours, 28 minutes, 17 seconds til halloween.

I get to skip the staff meeting to attend a different meeting. What a glorious day!

No, I’m being serious.

Yeah, pretty much me.

Yeah, thanks. Not especially interested in being fodder for your novel weird wannabe author dude.

On the other hand, I’d love to appear in one of my friend Marko’s novels. Or a Gaiman. Or a Nesbo. Or or or.

So many people with a savior complex lately.

I don’t need to be saved. I’m just not a people person.

I dreamed I was driving and driving. It was so real. And awful. I have no idea where I was going. I was probably dreaming about my commute. How depressing.

That’s incredibly poorly written.

Your email is entirely too long.

Pretty sure that whole “your argument is irrelevant” schtick is dead now. You can let it go.

I just went through the list asking “why am I friends with you?” and poking “unfriend” quite a lot. And it was good.

I am never going to finish reading this article and it’s time to admit defeat.

I have knit the body of this sweater two and a half times. As much as I hate sleeves, I’m dying to get to the sleeves.

I wish the water in this city didn’t taste so bad.

That should say it “reads” not “says.”

“And it seems to me a good way to encourage respect for the culture is to let the kid dress up as the character. When we can imagine ourselves as other people, we gain empathy for them.”

biting my tongue biting my tongue biting my tongue

OMG use regarding. Stop using in regards to. It’s just annoying as hell.

Yes, I am taking notes by hand at the web users group meeting. Unironically.

I typed gingers instead of fingers, which is a very very different thing, indeed. Cross all your gingers for me!

Aaaaaaand now I’ve burned my pinkie on my lunch.

I wish I had some chips.

Well, I guess you won’t have anyone to hold your hand any more.

It’s probably for the best.

a song a song a song

nervous. ugh. ugh.

ugh ugh ugh.

“Why does ever thing have to be about face! Can’t we just all get along?, seriously !, ugggg”

Well? Can’t we?

I really can’t remember the last time I wanted something this much.

Maybe yay?

Just because someone pays you to write for their blog doesn’t magically make you not a shitty writer.

The thing about the colored background for text on FB is that it makes everything meme-ish. Plus I have a hard time reading text on colored backgrounds, it bothers my eyes. I don’t know. I just don’t like the trend.

I like windows, but I do sit with my back to mine.

I hate this flippin’ chair.

I’m waiting to hear how allowing the government to use drones on domestic soil is a good idea.

“The best way to reenforce [sic] white cultural dominance is to make white culture the only one we can all share. Stop doing that.”

Wow. OK. That was a waste of a read.

Pack it up and drive it to the Compound, please.

Like I would say no to pizza. Ever.

Maybe they’ll have little pastries. They usually have little pastries.

I have a feeling they really wouldn’t have a problem with my Halloween wardrobe.

Why does everything have to take so bloody long???

You talk too much.

O_o

Shouldn’t this man be getting some kind of professional psychological help? Why would you do this to yourself? It’s horrifying.

Well? Am I???

I think my phone is watching me right now.

From what I understand, we just stole everything from everyone else.

Nope. Still don’t care about brioche stitch.

I really have to stop saying ugh.

I’m reasonably certain that you’re taking that way too literally, dude.

Still haven’t renewed my certification. I have until the end of November, right? I think. Maybe.

I need a donut.

I’m not very good with the waiting.

5 days, 4 hours, 17 minutes, 37 seconds til Haloween!!!!!

Maybe you should just stop smelling like something.

I thought “hacks” were supposed to save time.

It’s tiny Twix season!!

Holy shit, this is in Grand Rapids? Man. This house is amazing. Except for that hot tub.

I wouldn’t really want to live there though.

This Mindhunter show is pretty good.

That seems like an awfully easy way to get strangled.

“Somebody needs to slap the Ghram cracker taste out of his mouth!”

What does that even mean??

Why does my mouth taste like blood?

Most people don’t live their lives making sure they always have an alibi.

The DNA test to find out about your ancestry seems cool and tempting and all. But I bet it’s really a super secret government conspiracy to collect a vast DANA registry of American citizens.

I’m not really a joiner.

It all depends on how you’re defining the terms.

Old Goat for lunch, Old Dog for dinner. I feel like tomorrow might be trying to tell me something.

I would go see ZZ Top live. That’d be a good show.

Dude. Just get a mug from the kitchen. Stop opening your thermos to pour your stupid beverage into the tiny cup that doubles as a lid. You’re obnoxious.

Gah. I’m just torturing myself with this. I need to stop looking.

I’m going to have to plug in the ear buds or this day is going to irritate me to the point of rage.

It’s official. I just don’t love the new The National album. Sadness.

I was just sitting here thinking “Oh no! Doom! I’ve forgotten my lunch!” Then I remembered that my wonderful student staff got me food gift cards for boss’ day so I’m totally covered! Yay!

I think you might be the most beta of all the beta males I have ever encountered.

Stanksgiving.

helloooooooooooooooooo

Why does my back hurt? It’s not even like normal back pain. It’s like side back pain.

Eh. We get that question all the time.

I like the theme song for Mindhunter.

I need someone like Jason Hill or Nick Cave and Warren Ellis or Buffy era Christophe Beck or Mark Snow to compose a soundtrack for my life. That’d be the coolest thing ever.

Instead, this is the soundtrack of my life right now.

Excuse me while I quietly sob in my cube.

THANKS

That was such a great conversation!

That’s the problem with being hydrated.

Sorry, Quantico. I was hooked for a minute. But beating me over the head with your SJW evil rethuglicans strike again! conspiracy nonsense was just annoying.

Underwear ain’t cheap, pal.

The internet is an awful place.

The internet is a wonderful place.

I think I need a break from the world.

This is really interesting. Also I had completely forgotten about that film and now I kinda want to watch it again.

crap

“It’s hard to be a Spock in a world full of McCoys.” Story. Of. My. Life. Now that’s a tee that I need in my wardrobe. For real.

I should thin out my tee collection. Again.

Probably.