April 2010
2 posts
March 2010
2 posts
my tumblr is 1
and much like everything else that is one year old, has been grossly neglected except for when I want to show people how cute it is.
February 2010
2 posts
It seems to me
That being the number 2 man in any organization is bad. Especially in terrorist organizations. These poor guys can’t catch a break. It’s as if they are told they are the number two man and maybe get their own nachos and *maybe* an extra piece of ass from time to time in compensation for basically getting thrown under the bus anytime the US gets too close.
Why do terrorists hate the #2...
November 2009
1 post
October 2009
3 posts
September 2009
1 post
August 2009
1 post
July 2009
5 posts
June 2009
15 posts
Oh, I didn't put this here yet?
Have you ever heard the fable of the turtle who tried too hard?
The turtle was a very slow creature, and as such, rarely managed to keep up with the other animals, except when the animals stopped to make fun of him.
In any case, the turtle, for whatever reason, perhaps due to a desire to have friends, decided to follow in the footsteps of the other animals, hoping one day to catch up with...
Oh, God. My favorite part was when they released a... →
My favorite Omegle conversation ever
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: you're impossibly fast and strong
You: are you a man
Stranger: no
You: oh fucking twilight
You: jesus christ
You: okay
You: you should fear
You: me
Stranger: lol just trollin'.
Stranger: lol why?
You: AS IF YOU COULD FIGHT ME OFF
You: AS IF YOU YOU COULD RUN AWAY
Stranger: lmaoo
You have disconnected.
When I have no idea what’s going on, everything becomes The Price Is Right
Crossing a line I shouldn't
**Okay. Yes, I wrote this. Please don’t judge me.**
It had only been three months since the fall of Voldemort, but the wizarding world was thrown yet again into a panic. Three short months since the Dark Lord’s war on the magical community had been put to an end by The Boy Who Lived, and already a new threat loomed, a threat the likes of which had not been anticipated by even the...
Mousavi claims victory in fierce Iranian election →
halfbakedidea:
This is huge.
FTA: “Mousavi — whose wife is a high-profile artist and academic — has also pledged to better the lot of women, who face many restrictions under the country’s conservative clerical rulers.
“He holds his wife’s hand. It’s like a European president. Such a person can care about women’s rights,” said restaurant cashier Mina Faiz.”
Though no final, official calls have...
Hmmm...
So, I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately.
Haven’t been writing, haven’t been doing much of anything.
I have a stack of awesome waiting for me to play with at home. I think I haven’t gotten to it mostly because it’s fucking overwhelming.
I’d say I’m just blown over with responsibility but ever since finishing school I have less repsonsibility....
Fun fact: I am half-Swedish.
Bonus fun fact: I...
brb archivin'
As he squirted the mustard into the shape of a happy face, he couldn’t help but make a happy face himself.
There’s nothing quite like doing something nice for someone you love, he thought to himself.
Love. There was that word again. He hadn’t actually uttered it aloud to her, but he knew what he felt. He knew it had to be love. He placed a slice of swiss cheese over the...
May 2009
9 posts
Story time
I had never been in her home before. I had yet to meet her parents. My friend Steve warned me she had four older brothers, two of which had done time for assault. So you could say I was more than a little nervous when she called to invite me over that night. “No one will be here tonight, I promise,” she said. I could feel her grin through the telephone. As a young man of sixteen, my...
An Odd Night (to say the least)
“Fine!” Sally shouted up to the fourth floor apartment where she had been only minutes before, “then you can fuck yourself tonight!”
Sally steamed all the way to the parking lot. Brad, you fucking asshole, she thought to herself, why would he do that? How could he have the audacity to say that shit to me?
Sally stopped dead in the middle of the lot. She had parked her car...
Sometimes I write things for reasons I can't...
GOD, today sucks, he thought, staring idly at the screen. He couldn’t tell if it was the ADD he always denied he had, or the sheer boredom of it all, but in the four hours he had been at work, he hadn’t managed to complete a single task.
Work was piling up, and all he wanted to do was go home.
Four more hours, he groaned to himself, looking at his watch, not even I can fake...
Old, but this never fails to make me giggle. →
>:-\ Seriously now
Okay, sooo..
Pop open the news to find this
http://movies.yahoo.com/news/movies.ap.org/39wizard-oz39-munchkin-mickey-carroll-dies-89-ap
And while saddened to hear of the loss of an actor whose contributions are unforgettable, what. the. FUCK.
At some point, someone out there made a list, presumably full of contact information, age, and health status, of all Oz munchkins, and has since spent a...
April 2009
5 posts
Internet, we need to talk
You see, Internet, it’s like this. We’ve had a lot of fun. Some of the best times of my life have been with you.
But I’ve been noticing some things lately.
I can’t tell when you’re being serious anymore. I don’t think I ever could. Back then, it wasn’t a problem because I thought “Hey, we’re just having fun” and so I went along with...
So I wrote this just now
“Bill, you are such a child. Grow the fuck up,” Joan said as she closed her phone and threw it to the floor. The battery case shattered, sending the battery flying under the couch.
But Joan didn’t care. She was livid.
Why does he care? she thought, Steve and I haven’t been together for two years.
The adrenaline boost subsided, and Joan’s rage quickly turned to...
I guarantee a win, but calling it a win is ironic.
My iPod contains BOTH Spice Girls albums, BOTH purchased by me for ME to listen to.
And it’s rare that I don’t dance like a monkey on LSD when the Spice Girls come up on random.
And I’ll tell you this: If you can’t dance to this, you can’t do nothing for me, baby
If I ever saw these fifteen buses go by, my life...
March 2009
4 posts
I happen to know that no one is reading this,...
It pains me when the best of us feel like the worst of us. When they can’t see how much they’re worth. When they let other people hide the light they bring to the world. When they hide that light from themselves.
I don’t think I am one of these people. But I have a tremendous gift for recognizing them. Unbelieveable, I know, and everyone is special in their own way, whatever. I...
Rolling with this - where does it end?
**I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I’m having fun**
She was soft. He hadn’t even touched her, but he could tell. She seemed to radiate it. He wanted very much to reach out and feel it for himself, but it seemed a shame to besmirch the perfection of her skin by running his own coarse hands over it. As they zoomed down the road, even in silence he felt a growing...