January 2009
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Queen and David Bowie, “Under...
Happy New Year. I love yall, and I wish you the...
311 posts behind… No time to catch up. The Boy called this afternoon to inform me that I am going to his family’s New Year’s party with him. So be it! About to go shower, do my hair, find something to wear… Will attempt to catch up tomorrow. Will hopefully have pictures and stories and maybe video. Hopefully.
I had a come-to-Jesus moment this afternoon. I was driving home...
December 2008
benwasser:
If you haven’t done so already, make sure to contact me before 7pm tonight if you’re planning on coming to the Pittsburgh meet-up tomorrow. I need to make the reservations today. I’m looking at you Tim, otherwise I think I may be the only guy.
You know, for many guys—and many Tumblr guys, it seems—that isn’t normally a problem…
New Year’s Eve scares me. I am not in a good place right now, and I know that. I feel like there’s some kind of magic tonight, and maybe if I do something right, I can change the stars for next year. Maybe next year will be better. The light bulb will go on. Things will fall into place. There’s something fateful about New Year’s Eve, you know?
And yet… I know that...
NYE... plans?
Need to decide what I am doing for NYE. Right now, I have four options.
Stay home with Mom, like I do most years. This will be quiet. It will involve alcohol and movies and laughter and not spending any money.
Go see some old friends at a club. I haven’t really been clubbing, and… I’m not sure about the person I am around these friends. Not sure this is how I want to start the...
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"Alright, everyone, gird your loins!"
Can I just… have Stanley Tucci? Just a small one. Like. The sit-on-the-shoulder-and-advise variety. Please?
I just accidentally told my mom "hang on, I need...
aniceshadeofred:
What I MEANT to say was, “hang on, I need to go lubricate this contact.”
As in, I blinked too hard and my contact lens folded up and I needed to go moisten it so it wouldn’t hurt when I put it back in.
AWKWARD.
Oh GOD, have you ever done that during a movie?
…
Had a contact lens fold up while it was in, not… lubricated a condom.
Ummmmm yeah.
I just can't believe in a god who would create...
(via jaimeleighfairbrother)
Legion (2010) →
Umm. I’m really excited about this… Love Paul Bettany, love angels… I’m geeking out really hard about this. God forbid pictures start showing up online. Oh my.
joshawesome:
notmyself43:
Guys are frustrating at all ages, apparently.
Yes, we are. But girls are too.
We sure as hell are. Girls. Ugh.
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Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright, “Careless...
I just ran into one of the cool kids from high...
somuchsass:
at the gym, and she’s still blonde, perfect, and now apparently really, really nice.
FUCK.
I hate when they do that.
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Ben Folds, “Zak and Sara”
She saw...
confession no. 10
saintnate:
I often fear that my drug-free proclamations, especially when paired with my aversion to casual sex, make me seem like a boring fuddy-duddy.
I can so beat you on the fuddy-duddy front. I’ve never smoked pot, have no intention of trying drugs ever at all period… I’ve dated two boys, never dated anybody I hadn’t already been friends with for at least a year (which...
Thank you madstatler for the holiday wishes
mimilachula:
(i love snail mail)
Yay! You got yours! I got mine on Christmas day and, with all the sickies and sickness and yuck, totally forgot to mention it here! Thank you so much for the lovely card, Mimi!
AND KIERA. I love the New Year’s card!
Thank you both for the mail; snail mail seriously puts a smile on my face every time.
(I apologize for all the exclamation points; I just get...
PS-
afghanistanbananastand:
Yes, every year of my life is graded by which concerts I attended.
I wish I could say that! But my current habitat isn’t conducive to much concert-going. And, really… I am a movie fiend. Every year of my life is graded by the movies I saw. I’m still deciding about this year.
Million vs. Trillion
craytonc:
davereed:
My last post reminded me of something my dad taught me:
To get an idea how much bigger one trillion is than one million, ponder this: A million seconds is 12 days; a trillion seconds is 32,000 years.
Now get this: It is estimated that in the Universe there are a trillion stars for every human being on planet Earth.
…That was definitely an out loud...
confession no. 9
prideofboston:
saintnate:
I am fascinated with tattoos, but I have none—chalk it up to my utter fear of needles and sharp objects.
My facination with tattoos made me get a tattoo. ;)
In-deed. I got my first one a few months ago. Planning… a few more. Okay, at least four more. Ahem. Yeah.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
lindsayneedscoffee:
I do not get fired up easily, but this is something that I feel quite strongly about. Please note that this has nothing to do with the stuff that went down this morning.
Life is not all rainbows and butterflies and unicorns. I follow an astounding group of people who are very cheerful most of the time. At the same time, many are trying their best to put on a happy face while...
“29. Excessive flip-flop wearing leads to a much higher risk of developing skin...”
– Concrete Chaos: 50 Things We Know Now (We Didn’t Know This Time Last Year): 2008 Edition (robot-heart:jootz:shegoesbam:ysabel)
Ohhhhhhh shit.
Note to Self No. 1
Oh my god, Gossip Girl brings up an excellent point. Best way to get people talking: be seen buying a pregnancy test.
Help... I need to know some good movies that make...
lindsayneedscoffee:
No, not for me. I cry during Humane Society commercials. I cried during Legally Blonde.
Which is why I need to know some good ones that will make normal people cry.
But I’m still going to see Benjamin Button and if I cry… well, it happens. Oh, Brad. Brad, Brad, Brad.
The Notebook, I Am Legend and Marley and Me. All of them tear-jerkers.
If you could physically transport yourself to any...
prideofboston:
spin-lighted:
urbanredneck:
exclamation:
amandoline:
(via ifyoucould)
I think London. I really would love to go there.
Paris <3
Honestly, Los Angeles….I miss it so terribly much…seriously.
Nice… Paris is a close second.
Eva Mendez’s pants
Either Boston or LA. That seems to be where most of the Tumblrs are clustered, at least on my dash.
so, i'm in a shitty, pregnant, emotional, mood...
urbanredneck:
why don’t you go to the gym and work out.
in pregnant this translates to: “I’m already concerned you’re going to turn into a fat ass, so why don’t you walk off some of your crying and being upset”
WTF?!
But Urban! Endorphins! Endorphins make you happy, and happy people just don’t shoot their husbands.
Ugh...
stupidinboston:
That post from planettampon made me feel like shit.. Taking a break.
SIB, darling, if that had been written about anyone else, you would be right there reminding them that one person’s mean-spirited words should not be taken so seriously. If PT had written that about… I don’t know. Nate. Your Tumbl-twin. What would you tell him?
Jackson 5 vs. Oasis - I Want Your Wonderwall →
joshawesome:
I Want You Back - Jackson 5
This brings back a lot of memories for me. Mostly, dancing in the kitchen of my grandparent’s house with my grandma. Good stuff.
Try that on for size. The copy I have doesn’t have the intro (which I’m not crazy about on this mash-up)… and is a bit better quality. But I didn’t want to use my audio post yet, so...
So last night I finally got out of the house, away from my sick family. They were well-ish enough for me to go, and I had my phone in case they needed me home… But I needed to get out, so the boys and I went to the movies. We saw Marley and Me, which, of course, reduced me to a crying, shivering ball of really upset mess. (My dogs are getting the BIGGEST FUCKING HUGS when I get home.)...
On sickies. (And on men.)
Mom and Rach still sick. I’m… not yet. My bones are hurting, though, which is a sign that my immune system is getting cranky. I am aware of this, and I am resting. I’m also washing my hands, like, constantly. And being very careful of what I do touch. I was definitely carrying around Rachel’s cup with a paper towel earlier.
In the morning, gotta get up, go to work at least...
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Wisdom from the OC
Ryan: I used to want to be an architect.
Kirsten: Oh? And what do you want to be now?
Ryan: 17.
I've always wanted to dance to "Hallelujah."
The Rufus Wainwright version most of all. Actually, I’ve always wanted to dance with somebody period. Even at the prom I had a date to, my boyfriend slow-danced with a friend of mine before he danced with me. It wasn’t until I said something about it later that we got about half a crappy song to dance to. That always did bother me.
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If a guy ever punched someone for me, I think I'd...
Seriously, if a guy ever rushed to protect me or defend my honor like that… I mean, I know violence isn’t the answer or anything, but that’s just hot.
The OC
I forgot how awesome the music selection in this show is.
A couple of mostly unrelated notes.
1. Today sucks. I am at home with sick people, and I am terrified that I myself am going to get sick because of it. I’ve been out of hospitals for so long… I don’t want to go back. Not again. Not yet.
2. I am SO. Not. Feeling. Cute. Okay, I mean, I never do. I am quite convinced I am just not pretty, despite the Boy insisting otherwise. I take a small degree of consolation in...
psikikpanda:
Woooo enabled comments.
Can I just say… the new avatar? Delicious.
I do so love this show. between the gimpy-ness, which I totally empathize with, and all the discussion of auto-immune diseases, which I know all about… Seriously, this show has me written all over it. House would have had a field day with me when all my medical stuff started going down in middle school.
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Hell.
Everyone here is sick. Dad’s been sick since Christmas Eve. Mom and Rachel got sick during the night. This does not bode well for me. At all. I’m saying a little prayer that this doesn’t land me in the hospital. I haven’t been hospitalized in… six years now? I’d like to keep this streak going.
Anyone have a couch they want to let me crash on til the plague...
Owwww.
Just got into bed, and my back is screaming at me… You know that feeling when you’ve been on your feet and running around all bloody day, and then you finally lay down? Yeah, this is some awesome pain. And it’s on top of the three glasses of wine I had. Oi.
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Am grouchy. Harrumph.
Well. No pictures. No video. Did do some drinking, at least.
The party is over, finally. It was… well, it was a lot of me drinking, insulting my family with the boys (bless their souls) and avoiding conversation with said family. I sort of…
not dislike…
not detest…
not despise…
Okay, hate. Fine. Hate. I hate Dad’s side of the family. Most of them are...
Party time!
Okay, been mostly absent today, will be quite absent tonight… Tonight we are throwing Dad a party, because he turned 50 last week! Will explain later why it’s tonight… For now, must finish getting dressed. And touch up make-up. I am wearing make-up, for fuck’s sake. For, like, the fourth time in my life. I’m getting better at putting it on, at least… I...