I was pretty addicted to Farmville. I would not kill a baby just to play it, but...– Weenie, finally admitting the truth
"I love you but fucking with Americans is my...
Me: They'll come there and you can watch them lurk and be scared of Canadian money.
Me: Sorry but that sounds a little bit like Christmas to me.
N'well: It is like Christmas.
N'well: You know I'm gonna tell them a bunch of stuff about Canada that isn't true.
N'well: And I hope they all believe me.
Me: Oh my fucking god please.
N'well: Oh I will. I'm going with all the stereotypes and then some. I KNOW.
N'well: And Im paying for merch in loonies and toonies.
Me: Will you please pay for merch in loonies and toonies.
N'well: I swear I will.
Me: And then be like "Could you count that for me?"
Me: Ryan's head would explode.
N'well: Of course I will. Of. Fucking. Course.
N'well: It's a silent dream of mine.
N'well: I love you but fucking with Americans is my number one favourite hobby.
Me: HAHAHAHAHAAHA this entire conversation is golden
Never go on trips with someone you do not love.– Ernest Hemingway (via cuito)
If you go near the van you get written about on Tumblr– N’well, who knows the truth.
Nope. Not done migraining enough for Tumblr.
See ya soon, internet.
the light-headed shaking portion of today is over....
I just need to say that my Weenie is the best Weenie.
The worst of the migraine is over.
I’m still queasy but I’m not puking or praying for death. I honestly can’t wait to go to work because I get to hang out with my best friend.
i can never find his wishbone of mass destruction:... →
midnightentity: i have the standard earlobe piercings, one per ear. got them when i was in third grade, i haven’t really worn earrings on a regular basis since fifth grade, but whenever they seal up i can usually punch back through. i stretched them second half of my junior/first half of my senior years of high… Did you know Anthony Green has f-holes on his back? He got them in the style...
The 7:30am migraine edition
Swear to god, I’ve had this headache since like 7pm Monday and it’s come and gone. Now it’s at full-blown fuck you portion of events, which is perfect timing really. Golf-clapping all the way, motherfucker, how lovely of you to get to the puking stage when I should be sleeping. Tbh maybe this is where all that anxiety was coming from. I haven’t felt ok all week, and...
Admit It Wednesday: Bad Mood Edition
thefuzzydave: Two-thirds of my facebook friends are blocked from my newsfeed — not because I don’t like them but because friends from their other social circles are either idiots, douchebags, political ignoramusses, obsessed mommies, farmville/quiz whores or expecting me to give a shit about their fucking cats. I don’t even Fakebook? But this. So hard.
Tempore is Dancing: Weight H8 →
tempore: In many ways, the Marie Claire blog piece about how fat people should stay out of sight, out of mind, is no surprise. It is, as Cleolinda pointed out, what we (and by we, I mean the obese) fear people think about us anyway. It’s what we KNOW women’s magazines, or at least these types of… So eloquent, Vanessa.
DID I JUST TAKE MY FUCKING EYE OUT ON A GUITAR...
As someone who has been known to have some temper...
vive le quebec libre
Steph: Quebec would not stand for a US Cash button. Especially if it was in English.
Me: Quebec makes me smile. I love their elitism. Keep rocking on, Quebec. I hope one day you can separate from Canada like you want to.
Steph: It wants to separate and then grow fins and swim back to France.
Noelle: I don't know why we keep trying to stop them.
Steph: I don't know either. They'd fail on their own so hard.
Noelle: Exactly! No line of defense, they'd have to come up with their own currency, they're right in the middle of our country...
Steph: And then they'd come crawling back and you guys could be like "Uh ok now make the stop signs say stop, drop the attitude and speak more English."
Steph: And they'd be like "...goddamnit."
Noelle: They're too elitist to even say goddamnit. It'd be ~sacrament.
Steph: HAHAHA best
As someone who hates the nickname 'Liz,' I can... →
Fuck Yeah Writing Prompts! →
I haven't been on Tumblr all day until like 15...
Pretty sure I just set some kind of record for being at home all day and not really on the internet. I did spend a long-ass time fretting and also trying to learn advanced lighting techniques. Neither venture got me anywhere. I still hate my job, and it was a bad day to try to photograph a nervous golden retriever in shitty fall drizzle. Still owe people emails, am still out of touch with bros,...
I like how some PETA-obsessed friends of mine flip...
When he hired a fucking monkey for Lyn-Z’s birthday like 2 years ago. He rented a fucking monkey. Shouldn’t you all be protesting?
You bleed lust. Choke. So was it worth it?:... →
beggingwishingallalone: Dad: What are you doing? Me: Painting over stuff. Dad: The future takes a second to be close your eyes and feel what is happening, wow that’s deep. Me: Shut up. Dad: You need to fill this room with something great. Instead of all this indie photography and indie band bullshit. And stop with… That’s adorable; I laughed and then felt bad because Tom...
Wait wait. The Parkway is jammed because there is...
This weekend was stupid awesome, but I’m so congested I can’t breathe right now. Worked Saturday/Sunday. We were stupid busy Saturday and stupid slow Sunday. But I got to hang out with Ween which is always the best. But then my entire mouth swelled up because I came in contact with something that had nuts in it. I don’t know what it could have possibly been, which is even...
midnightentity: this is actually really depressing for me because i can’t vote this year because we move to arkansas before the election but we can’t vote IN arkansas because to register you have to be a resident and the registration was a month ago and obv we aren’t even residents now but y’know you all should watch it and then vote You can cast an absentee ballot in your home state at...
I decided that since pro-lifers like to refer to embryos as people, that...– Ween
This post is stolen from my old deadjournal (lol),...
fright farm. in a word? stank-ass. okay, maybe that’s two words, but still… this year’s theme was The Sound & The Fury. We figured out the fury part (Ween was furious through most of it) but the sound part is still completely lost on us because, sadly, our most-assailed sense was smell. when we got there (after getting lost in some of the creepiest farm country...
Thanks but can you delete? I try to be careful about what I say because people get upset when I’m honest sometimes and then it turns into a big thing, so I reworked most of it. I doubt that bitch who must not be named checks my Tumblr, but I don’t like talking her up. I was just blowing off steam, but often when that happens things get ugly <3