Piano Skrillex is a thing and it’s not only tolerable, but enjoyable. Get some flava in ya ear.
Big heart to Ferro.
Tomorrow is (not that long of) a ways away
Fuck everything I’m going to play flute.
Don't Need No Hateration
All men are poops.
Thank you, Music Hum, for making me into the kind of woman who unintentionally and unironically hums 16th century liturgical chants in public.
- the world:hey man we've got some really serious problems like global warming and mass economic failure and riots and genocide and aids and cancer and your healthcare system is shit so maybe we should get to work
- US government:sit down I have to stop people from sharing things online
- US government:also pizza is vegetables
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This is the Delta dream: a first-class flight to paradise, where the TSA doesn’t search your hair or swab your navel, your neighbor kindly refrains from drooling on your shoulder, and that asswipe in 16B decides against delaying the flight for Words with Friends.
This is the Biscoff dream. No matter what hell Delta hath wrought, these little guys are always there to keep you and your eighth of a Coke product company. Now, when Delta spontaneously cancels your flight before you even leave for the airport, these troopers will be there to comfort you, in spreadable form. (At this point, skip bread; go directly to spoon. Do not pass go.)
This, friends, is the American Dream.
This is in my lunchbag, and it can be in yours.
This song snuck its way into my life on multiple fronts these past two weeks, and tonight it forever staked its place in my memories of the opening battle of 2012 (otherwise known as January).
Thanks for the company on the foggy late-night drive home.
Headfirst back into the fray tomorrow.
Oh my god I’m in love.
Reminiscing
about the time my parents forgot me at Sparkles roller rink after one of my brother’s hockey games and then tried to make up for the hour I spent crying abandoned by the Skee-Ball ramp by giving me a cream soda. (Hint: this worked really well.)
Memories
Top Gear UK, 3-wheelin it through Britain in a Reliant Robin
Ok sorry for being useless lately and only posting videos, but this was just brought to my attention and I think it’s necessary programming for everyone ever.
Is it weird
that I scold myself in the third person in my head?
drink your juice.: Microwavable food companies →
really need to take into account the customer’s willingness to scald their skin and mouths when writing out their directions, because right now everything is geared toward the most timid, elderly asshole to ever eat Chef Boyardee out of a sad ceramic bowl at 3 AM.
“Microwave for two to three…
