Now is the time on Sprockets when we have something in our eye and it won’t go away.

Ooooh! I love this book series. And Michael Fassbender is so lunchable.

I am not an advocate of the double space. I think 1.5 is more than sufficient.

This song is about a minute too long.

I’m sure he’s a perfectly lovely fella, but I’m not a medium.

Fact.

I dunno. People see it’s my sprogs and damn hell bathrooms and they’re all “yeah, maybe not so much.”

Honestly. Do you not understand how Google works? Do you need a tutorial?

For a minute, I honestly could not remember how to spell speak.

OMG just kill me already. I totally cried. I’m not even gonna lie.

Every time I see pictures from Burning Man I immediately think of Tank Girl.

Huh. I completely forgot about Tim Burton’s Dark Shadows.

Ha. Shy Red Rover.

Oh my God. It’s like my worst nightmare.

lol

I feel like I must be missing something. I thought this reading was supposed to be “challenging”.

What the damn hell. I had finally gotten to the point where I got maybe 20 spams a week. Now all of a sudden BOOM. I’m getting upwards of 50 a day. I am not happy.

“Hi Jen, May you …?” No. Not until you stop misusing modal verbs. English is not your second language.

Who the hell is Emily Blunt?

Oh, Johnny Depp. Just stop. Please. Trust me on this. Just stop.

Nice subtle nod to Buffy in that episode of Criminal Minds from Season 10. I love that kind of stuff.

The only thing I like about Chrome is the built in PDF converter for the web pages. That is a handy m’fer.

And what’s with all the animated emoji nonsense in spam subject lines now? God. So irritating.

Just seems to me like if you are a school bus driver, it ought to be standard operating procedure to check the bus before you lock it up and leave for the day. Standard operating procedure and common sense. Make sure the bus is empty. Walk through it. Just. Man. It adds what? Maybe a full minute to your work day? Maybe?

been stuck on my mind lately

That is probably my favorite Waits song of all.

Then again, some people don’t seem to mind.

But I don’t want a personal loan.

So … you’re basically prostituting yourselves? Maybe it’s not explicitly sexual, but you are demanding men pay you for your time. I mean, I don’t have a problem with that. I think prostitution should be legal. I’m just saying I think if you look at what you’re doing logically, it’s sort of antithetical to what you think feminism is. Isn’t it? But whatever. A fool and his money and all that …

Trapped in a meeting in which at least 5 of the 9 attendees were chewing gum. With their mouths open. And everyone had on so much cologne and perfume I could literally taste it. And now my head is killing me and my chest feels like I’ve been chain smoking.

What? That can’t be right.

I know people have their panties in a twist about this, but really, how is this any different than what marketing companies or ad agencies do? People are all “they’re going to perform experiments on us!” It doesn’t even imply that anywhere in this order. I am not a fan of the executive order complex, but really. I think y’all need to just calm down a little on this one. I dunno. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe this is some far more sinister conspiracy of evil than I’m seeing. I doubt it though.

This isn’t Minority Report, people. Stop living like it is.

great. now this is going to be in my head all day. oh well.

OK, whatever. That’s just cute. You can’t deny that.

Y’all need to calm down with the pumpkin everything.

I really do not like that perfume you’re wearing.

Here’s a little known chronic migraine suffering fact: We’re exceptionally sensitive to odors and fragrances. It’s not fun.

Tell someone to buy this house. But not someone who will complain about the shooting.

Why yes. I will eat this Peperridge Farms Milano cookie.

Oh it’s air freshener. Well it’s awful. Seriously awful.

Oh my God! Obviously I need this.

I feel like I’m trapped in a giant bag of SweeTARTS. I may never be able to eat SweeTARTS again.

ce pas est une horloge

“The political philosophy of imperfection.”

They need their licenses revoked.

No. No.           Nope. Still no.

ha ha. eggs.

That’s OK. I didn’t need that chunk of skin on my face anyway.

Oh right. I have to go shoot things tomorrow. You’d think I’d be looking forward to it more. You’d think.

pew pew pew

Happy Birthday, Mister. I’m glad you’re here.

Hey, I can’t help it if I like those Kenny Chesney songs. I’m not going to apologize.

The only reason I haven’t unsubscribed from this Bust email is for the hilarious train wreck of their third wave feminist victim hysteria.

That is an interesting word of the day.

Does this ape live alone at the zoo? Maybe he’s lonely. Everyone thinks it’s cute, but maybe he’s very lonely. This is just making me sad.

I’m pale for a REASON!

I find the thought of a lobotomy absolutely terrifying. Didn’t anyone ever see that movie about Frances Farmer? Although I hear that may never have actually happened to her. It’s still terrifying.

This is kind of brilliantly hilarious.

Nooooooooo gravy. And traditionally it’s rutabagas, my friend.

If you wanna see drunk girls singing along to “Born in the USA” you have to look.

“Is student loan debt immoral”??? Please.

I love so many of them.

Why is it so hard to find 8.5×11 college ruled filler paper? Why is it all 8×10.5? Who the hell uses 8×10.5 notebook paper? Why is that even a thing?

Maybe after I graduate. Maybe after I graduate. Maybe after I graduate.

“While I appreciate your proclivity for fucking shit up…”

I don’t want to know that much about most people.

Hi-larious.

I really don’t see the need for the air conditioning to be on in this stupid office. I’m freezing my arse off.

I am not a blogger.

I reached a new level of zen-ish-ness this week. It’s kind of interesting. It’s called “I just don’t have it in me to actually care.”

Keep your fingers crossed that class number two does not suck.

Brilliant!

I still have paint on my feet.

Sooooo this popped up in my feed right after I complained about the prevalence of starting sentences with soooooooooooo last week. And I thought it was hilarious and when I read the headline – the Mister said “It’s like that commercial with the kid and the drugs and he’s all ‘I learned it from you!!'” And SO it is. Yet another reason to hate NPR. Just staaaaaaahp.

Note to students: Leggings still not pants.

There is very definitely something wrong with this Diet Mtn. Dew.

She reminds me of Anjelica Huston.

OMG the campus bookstore is completely useless.

I need a snack. It’s super serial.

I hate course packs so much.

I don’t know what you’re thinkin’. I know you don’t want to read Antigone. 

Hmmmm. I like it.

What the predicate says, it does.

I have so much reading to do. But not to you. You don’t want to read Antigone either, my friend.

Nice big fat goose egg. I don’t think anyone will notice.

I post no filter, no makeup photos of myself on Instagram and no one’s making a big deal out of it.

“I went to the library last night. Not the one with the books, the one with the booze.”

I think Frankenstein’s monster should have had a name.

“Human sized!? I’m human sized!!!”

I keep starting to do something. I get interrupted. Then I can’t for the life of me remember what I was starting to do. I’s incredibly frustrating.

What if, Jennifer?

hey man. hey man. hey man.

Oh my GOD. Why do I click Slate links? WHY?

Yikes. I notice they didn’t get their teeth fixed.

I don’t know how people can eat rommegrot. It’s revolting.

I wish my keyboard was quieter.

I have no love for the Kardashians, but I think making fun of a woman’s weight during her pregnancy is pretty low. Especially if you’ve ever been pregnant.

I don’t care about the name. But I like the word Denali. I’m sure there’s a reason why I associate it with the 90s and something shoegazery, but I can’t think of what that might be.

Oh boy!

Gah. This disappoints me. I really just don’t care for Clara at all.

Have you ever been in an accident that resulted in your death? Well, there was that one time back in ought six …

Oh wait. Yep. I remember. Not the 90s, but there you go.

That’s adult stuff and it bores me.

“I’m not in Africa. I’m out of Africa.”

Ooooh! I had no idea they were even doing this. Did I?

“Oh my God. These three girls were walking in front of me today. They were freshmen. Their shorts were so short I could see the bottoms of the middle girl’s ass cheeks.”
“And what were her ass cheeks like?”
“Eighteen.”

I remembered this thing I wanted to write down and then immediately forgot it again. It’s been a rough week, squidlets.

Well. We can’t all be smart.

Ugh. This is not a very good batch of protein bars.

OMFG It’s a Taylor Swift video. It’s an homage to classic films. It’s not freaking social commentary. Get a life already.

Now, I’m no rocket physicist with a nekkid girlie shirt, but I’m pretty sure I could have done that math correctly.

I like it.

Wow. Facebook still has notes?

leave a message. leave a message. just leave a damn message.

Stop switching my feed back to Top Stories. It’s just rude.

I love this bookmark.

Regardless of my weird mixed feelings about Amanda Palmer, this is pretty damn cool.

I like this gum.

I only chew gum when I’m alone. Which is how the entire world should chew gum.

oooh la la

I don’t know what to do for dinner.

I am not an engineer.

I wonder if I could expand this paper and get it into a Broadside …

ha

“They reminded me of Gramps’s favorite breakfast: soft-boiled eggs with Tabasco sauce.”

Why does my ear hurt?

I admit it. I used to devour these books in a sitting. Until all of a sudden I didn’t care about them anymore. The only story line that really stuck with me after all these years was the new girl who was fat who wanted to be the snobby twin’s friend and the snobby twin did or said something that made the fat girl go around and around the track on their lunch hours  and then she lost all the weight and became friends with the nicer twin instead. Or something.

Dead people don’t usually call me, so …

OFFS What oppression???

Boy, Allison and Joe sure do fight a lot.

Wait. Am I missing it? There’s no search function on the Photojojo site? That can’t be right, can it?

It’s almost caramel apple cider season!!!!

Goats are evil man.

I live in a Reply All hell.

“How can I be more Pacific when I’m so Atlantic?”

That chick was not stranded on a desert island to be rescued by Google Earth, y’all.

This is just the neatest thing.

I’m feeling rather lonely at this moment. Maybe I’ll just backspace that.

All my pants are either too big or too small. This is incredibly frustrating.

Ducky dis. Will
Umthat
Mutant
Argh
That was supposed to say
Fuck yes I will

The dangers of a touch pad keyboard and a brisk walk.

Now I have the Cure stuck in my head. Yay.

you’re my favorite flavor

time time time

I have Laura Ingalls Wilder hair today.

I always type “certainyl” first and have to fix it.

Wow, I really can’t believe how busy I’ve been today.

The Steve plan needs to happen. Definitely.

And just like that, it’s 4:00. I don’t even know how this happened. What a ridiculous day.

la la la la la

allegedly

I need to get it together. Together, man! Together!

I’m never smug. Please.

It’s easier to get fat than it is to get unfat. I’m just pointing that out.

He wasn’t trying to rip her hair off. He was trying to rip her head off.

That just makes me feel lonely.

I’m sorry, but a few of these books/series are spectacularly awful. And as much as I loved The Mists of Avalon, I will never be able to read Marion Zimmer Bradley again.

He’s so classy. Wow.

I’m serious about the German Shepherd.

Books are not for ripping to bits.

Big nope candy mountain.

You have not answered my question, sir!

boom. pow. zap.

Wait. What? No.

I’m sort of dreading this class.

Oh. I think I might be dreading this semester.

I think I might dread every semester.

I have to finish my thesis. I have to finish my thesis. I have to finish my thesis.

I may wear my hair like this until the end of my days.

I kind of like this. I can see me wearing it.

How am I hungry?

Wow. I just remembered Dada.

A little bit maybe.

no sleep no sleep no sleep no sleep no sleep

I don’t actually care about this crap. Stop forcing the issue.

The Health and Human Services building smells really good. Why can’t they make my building smell like that? My building smells like fish. It’s disgusting.

Ridiculous.

zentober

It’s a blanket apology.

I don’t want to read my own paper. I never want to read my own papers.

Holy shit. That IS Rick Springfield!

I just don’t understand where all this alleged “period shaming” is happening.

My brain is awful quiet today. Weird.

Everyone here starts all their sentences with “so”. I’ve noted this before. But it’s getting worse. Every sentence. Even in emails. It’s bizarre.

Why is it always Morley cigarettes?

Gah. I keep thinking it’s Friday. But it’s not. It’s Wednesday. And tomorrow isn’t even Friday. Tomorrow is Thursday. And tomorrow I have to go to the dentist. Dammit.

ick ick ick ick icky ick

I think it wants to rain. We need more rain. The leaves are starting to fall too early.

I can’t really watch these videos. But you should read Kira’s article. Particularly the quote about the brain.

Just give me all the babies.

Hmmmmm I hope this works out the way I hope it’s going to. I think it’s going to be very pretty.

I have no idea what to have for dinner. But I’m pretty sure I don’t want pizza.

Yes, you heard correctly.

i ain’t the girl that lives next door

All the babies. All of them.

I sure did like it better when I didn’t know so much and so little about all of everyone.

I forgot I was going to make shortbread.

I wish I could sing.

I wish my hair would grow faster.

I wish lots of things.

That’s one easily verifiably outright false post too many for me today, Facebook. Y’all make me so tired.

You’re all for defunding this stuff until something you care about is facing a big hit. Then you’re all “whoa there! Back the truck up!” That’s not hypocritical or anything. Nope.

It looks like maybe it decided it did not want to rain after all. The weather is taunting me. Harlot.

Still Life, With Cats

I do not have the energy for you right now.

The wise course would be to not take on another project until this time next year, when I’m completely done with school.

The wise course.

You’re using up the whole internet!

I think I fell asleep for a while there …

How did I get sucked into that vortex? Sheesh.

I didn’t even check this for typos.

I need to catch up on the Blacklist.

No Costume, No Candy just popped into my head. I must be ready for October.

I really don’t understand Snapchat.

Heater in the morning, air conditioning in the afternoon. Must be August in Michigan.

I need a dog. We need a dog. The Compound needs a dog.

Perspective.

You want $15 an hour for your drive through job but when I ask you not to put sugar in my iced coffee you give me twice the sugar. When I ask you not to put mayonnaise on my chicken, you put mayonnaise on my chicken. When I ask you for ketchup only, you give me all the toppings. Hell, every so often you straight up leave half my order out of the bag entirely. Right. I can see how you clearly deserve $15 an hour.

What.

OMG the comments. This seriously cracked me up. And of course she then had to explain the joke. So sad.

Disaster hair.

OMG I’m so old.

Oh, I get it now. Kevin Carson is just a Marxist.

I actually made a conscious effort to stop using the possessive s when referring to Meijer after working there. I can’t remember why.

I think that when they reset the air conditioning in this place Monday, they made it even colder. Tiny space heater, I love you so.

Oh my God. “… anything is a toy to a baby—a pillow, a t-shirt, a plastic cup, a spoon, a newspaper, your keys, a vacuum-sealed pound of weed, 3K in large bills, anything. ” I am seriously loving this column.

Ooooh! I want it!!!

“A glass of red wine can keep your brain 7.5 years sharper.” Maybe. A glass of red wine can also trigger a full on migraine so bad you literally can’t see out of one eye and you spend the rest of the evening in the dark bathroom so you can vomit from the agony. Guess I’ll stay dull.

All of the things I would like to say to you, but am not allowed.

I should make a batch of short bread.

I should include a batch of short bread with every shawl.

No, I shouldn’t. That’s ridiculous.

Every time I type the name Dave I accidentally type Fave first and have to fix it.

I need to get this paper done and move on with my life, yo.

It’s possible there are tiny tiny men inside my skull trying to tunnel their way out through my forehead. Possibly.

Investigate the disappearance of a better life.

I will never be able to listen to the original again. It’s like a completely different, completely beautiful song.

I’m branching out and including pretty knit scarves for People Who Need Shawls Knitted for Them. People Who Need Shawls and Scarves Knitted for Them. Not like winter scarves. Fancy scarves.

Tiny tiny eggplant.

My truck is fixed! My truck is fixed! My truck is fixed!

That shawl in the new Vogue Knitting with the wings? That is super cool. I might just need to learn double knitting now.

I can’t believe I ate that whole thing. I must have been very hungry.

Why are frogs so happy?

I mean. I guess morally. If it’s the only way to survive. And that person was pretty much going to die anyway. I don’t know.

Goodbye Outlaw Country. I’m going to miss you.

Ha. She said “unthaw”. I wonder if she’s from Michigan.

Vexed is a very good word.

Hmm. Remora doesn’t seem like the kind of thing I would Facebook like, really.

Clap your hands!

Swoon!

I wonder if it would make any difference.

Wow. That lady looks exactly like that other lady.

tinker tinker

I don’t think I knew that existed.

It’s one of those things where you really don’t want to be Facebook friends with the people you work with, but you feel like you have to be friends with them and then they post all the everything that is the exact opposite of what you live your life by. Yeah.

Although after catching that pro gun control post by both the dean and the ass. dean this morning, I’m extra glad I wore my Well Armed Woman hoodie to work today.

These are so beautiful!

I don’t care how much that hag pays for a haircut as long as I’m not funding it.

I don’t want to love this because Amanda Palmer. But I do. Because Neil Gaiman.

How is that even necessary? It’s like a super annoying nervous tic or something.

How does Geography get slotted in the Social and Behavioral Sciences?

Whelp. I guess that’s what I get for trying to be a good Bronco.

I’m feeling very unappreciated this week.

squish squish squish squish ow

OMG! I had no idea these Chucks even existed!! Stormageddon is clearly going to be needing one or two pairs, thank you very much.But not til he’s bigger.

I don’t care who it is, I think it’s pretty assy to share the personal phone number or home address of anyone in the public eye.

I just took the “Which Sci-Fi Hero Are You” quiz. I’ll give you 3 guesses as to who I got and the first two don’t count.

This yarn is so fuzzy!

What the hell is going on with your hair, lady?

I just find it absolutely astonishing that anyone actually takes Donald Trump seriously.

Well. Those choices mostly just seem … odd.

Oh Facebook. You make me so tired.

Now I need to think up a cool code name.

It was one of those things where you don’t really realize just how cold you were until you put on a sweater.

I just don’t understand why people don’t just let me keep quietly to myself.

I need to start this day over. I need to start this post over.

Maybe I’ll just delete a bunch of stuff.

Maybe I’m just having some angst right now. It’s hard to feel like the only place you belong is on the Compound.

“Socialism is not love or kindness or generosity or oceans of delicious lemonade. Socialism is not equality or community. It’s just a way of distributing the control rights over objects.”

There is nothing quite like a mammogram to make you feel like a giant whale.

Universal Empathy? Dear God, no.

Why are people all of a sudden liking a post I made in 2013?

I don’t know about that idea. I think it’s a bad idea.

OK, maybe that is not the job for me.

I wonder what Eric Stoltz is up to these days.

It seems colder than usual in here today.

blank empty plain ordinary nothing of consequence error ouch finger quark noodle chicken carrot tea tea tea shoe i don’t much care for lemonade actually remember that dark cherry juice you used to get at meijer it was so delicious and i think of it every time i see that episode of curious george with the yummy yummy juice sort dinosaur dinosaurt grrr rawr means i love you in dinosaur joker batman i think i could use a nap lake sometimes i wish i could just tell a person that i just don’t like them and move on with my life but that is not what a person does polka dot tea tea tea cup mug addiction always use the same 2 or 3 but can’t part with the rest itch ouch couch mooch off the system

I miss those things.

Those are the kinds of photographs that make me remember why I love photography so much. Not the super manipulated hella heavy post production fanciful things that are so popular today. The gritty, maybe not razor sharp, in the moment grungy realness. W. Eugene Smith. Some Man Ray. Even Eggleston. Anyway, the photos in that book are like that. Beautiful.

Actually. And I did not appreciate them at all the first time I saw them, when I bought his book for a dollar at the Border’s Outlet. Man I miss the Border’s Outlet. But Richard Gere’s photography is like that as well. I am fairly certain I spoke very poorly of them at the time. But now I think they’re lovely.

Those are the kinds of photographs that make me keep picking up the camera. Those are the kinds of photographs that inspire my long exposure work, that I never do enough of.

But I’m not shooting your family portraits any more.

This was not meant to be a … what’s the word? Let’s change the subject, shall we?

Let’s shall.

Does someone want to sum up Kevin Carson for me?

I was just looking at an old Random and came across this – Solace in solitary somnambulance. I like it.

I’m thinking about removing my links section over there.

A bit harder when you work in a gun free zone. But yeah. I agree.

Did that lady just say her name is Australia??

Oh my GOD. Australia. Honey. Rethink your perfume. Please.

blah blah blah

YES!!! I got out of that meeting. That makes me happy.

Why do I read those stories? Why? Stupid tears.

Wow. Instagram goes from banning breastfeeding pix to actually featuring one today. Good on ya, Instagram.

Maybe I should become a Cat technician.

I don’t think many people are going to like that last insta I posted.

I’m just trying really hard to get through this Rothbard and I’m almost out of tea.

It makes me sad that it’s August already.

Ugh. Just give me all the babies, OK?

le sigh. Instagram is not providing me with the usual 5 – 10 minutes of zen. sadness.

I don’t know what’s wrong with my shoulder lately, but I’d like it to stop now, thank you very much.

Are you serious.

Oh I know what must be going on. They must all have blocked my feed. That would explain all the things.

HA

I think waffles for dinner sound delicious. And like they won’t even make me feel like more of a whale. Like at all.

I‘ve been trying to think when I might ever have a use for something like that for the last hour and I got nothin’.

Gah. It’s hot in here. I really do not want to turn on the AC.

I think my left contact is toast.

Maybe I’ll have time to clean the house Friday. Maybe it’ll stay clean for five whole minutes.

Stormageddon is tired. TIRED.

I find Alton Brown attractive. There, I said it.

I don’t know about objectifiable. Certainly objectionable.

Oh! I like these little arrow tabby thingies.

“What did you get?”
Notion duty.
“OMG WHAT DID YOU DO”

So I’m listening to this God awful Michael Sandel podcast in which he’s asking his audience about health care and coercion, etc. Some guy stands up and talks about how we can’t have a functioning democracy without an educated citizenry. People can’t participate in a democracy if they don’t have a (public) education, if they are uninformed on the issues. Apparently he doesn’t know anything about this country and the fact that the vast sorry majority of the electorate are uninformed voters. The vast sorry majority of the electorate do not take the time to learn about the issues and the impact of the pending legislation and the actions of the people being elected. But yeah, public education is super important. Sure.

The common thread here? “It’s not fair.”

I’ve seen all kinds of liberal outrage over some lion no one’s ever heard of. I’ve seen not one blink of a liberal eye over the selling of fetal body parts. Y’all have some interesting priorities.

glad i deg

I think I was sort of hoping it would turn out to be some beautifully, unexpectedly visually poetic treasure. But it’s just a regular Instagram, with nothing terribly compelling about it at all.

Stupid tiny donuts.

You people are ridiculous. I mean seriously. Ridiculous.

This conversation took an unexpected turn. And now I am sad. I can’t help it that I can’t be more human than the human that I am.

I won’t say it if you won’t say it first.

Faen. I need to switch to that from my current F word.

I would like a manicure.

But. Captain America and Iron Man don’t even *wear* capes.

Curse you, Hammer Chicken!

“DNA doesn’t mean much. ‘less you’re being tried for murder …”

I thought that was a fancy cake.

I thought that said Michigan photo bomb.

There. I win.

Sunflowers are my favorite.

Dock! This totally made me think of you!

Cow eyeball man isn’t real, y’all.

Hell’s Bells. That first Batman cake is SWEET. No pun intended.

So many voices so desperate to be heard.

I found this interesting.

Ugh. I think the guy that’s secretly living in my building made fish last night after everyone left. I hate that.

I miss Rocky Road cereal.

chop suey cthullu

“Public education is the Soviet agriculture of American life.”

How do you know you can’t see them if you can’t see them?

W, looking at Evil Spock: “You can tell he’s evil by the eyebrows.”
“Dude. You can tell he’s evil by the goatee. Those are his regular eyebrows.”
“Really? I thought they were evil eyebrows.”

I bet you’ve never actually read that comic, have you?

I don’t know why people think Rothbard is anti-capitalist.

This dude cracked me up. “The people that know you don’t really like ya anyway.”

You spelled edition wrong.

Ha. Lake Monsters.

Ha. Benedict Cumberbatch. I knew it. “Not content with being blessed with a singular mind you proceed to behave in as anti-social and provocative a manner as possible … You’re not quite the imperious snoot you’d like everyone to believe you are, and you’re all the better for it.”

“Independent study eh? What are you studying?”
“Libertarianism.”
“I’m sorry, but that does NOT sound exciting!”

I’ll take the moon phase bracelet please.

Just when I think I’ve experienced the single most annoying thing ever, I get two, not one, TWO mosquito bites on the same damn elbow.

Sorry lady, but you’d have to pay me to go to that bar, and I know you don’t make that kind of money.

I miss letters. Still.

Nope. No one seems to be noticing.

Marshall Crenshaw! I want to go see Marshall Crenshaw!

What an asshat.

Wait. I think I might be in the wrong story.

Wow. These people never compliment my outfits. Thanks, lady.

Stupid humidity. Stupid hair.

Mystnervious!

Yep.

I emailed the coach, the athletic director, and the president of the university. I don’t give a furry rat’s ass about how we look on ESPN, but I do care about the Invisible Need Project. I can’t believe I just did that. I bet they all ignore me.

Yeah, this is pretty much hilarious and true.

OK, “mic drop” has officially entered the Overused File.

Now it’s stuck in my head. sigh.

unmoored

I miss those frames the you used to be able to put on your Instagram pictures. I wish they’d bring those back.

you were far away and i didn’t ask you why

It’s not a secret message from my teeth.

It’s a good thing that saved before I hit the stupid power switch with my toe. It’s a pretty hefty Random to lose to dumb.

It’s all very silent film-esque.

I wish I had Jen’s hair. Not me. Another Jen.

I wish I could lose this 25 pounds.

I wish I didn’t wish for things like that.

I think I’m being phased out of my family.

Oh hey, that’s my aunt’s husband. Best in the world.

I dunno. I’ve been watching a lot of Medium. Honing my psycho skills. Or something.

Wow, everybody really likes this shirt. It is not one of my favorites. Ironical.

OMG, Chris Christie. Go home. No one is going to elect you. No one.

i would have to have been a thing?

That’s not like someone else’s CULTURE and I get to appreciate society and Thank you!! ~ JenniferBot

Well that was fast.

But I don’t want a mammogram, ma’am.

Oh my God, that was hilarious.

I kept my tinfoil hat, too.

Ha. Slutty drowning victims. I never like Nagel either.

“What is that thing you’re typing into?”
“My blog.”
“So you just, like, type random things into it and post it?”
“Um. Have you met me?”
*conversation with Miss W.

Oh my hell. I el oh elled.

Hey. I said it was an embarrassing music request, didn’t I? Yes I did.

I guess everybody needs a hobby …

Is that all there is?

This will be a lot of very pissed off at the end.