Jun 24, 2017
You're, like, the devil's advocate of having fun.
Cory Matthews (DTSPS)
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You're, like, the devil's advocate of having fun.
Cory Matthews (DTSPS)
I would get mad smoking joints because of all the wasted smoke. This is what happens when a Jew has a drug problem.
Cory Matthews (DTSPS)
Along those lines: is it weird that I've always considered Tylenol masculine and Advil feminine
Virgin Mary (dtsps)
Ah.
William Faulkner [1057PM] : I do hope she's happy. She deserves to be happy.
William Faulkner [1057PM] : Well.
William Faulkner [1057PM] : But.
William Faulkner [1057PM] : I love you.
William Faulkner [1100PM] : And all of a sudden I don't like potatoes anymore.
A Message From Bea Arthur:
Not an uncommon occurance if you are me:
Sometimes I go a whole day feeling like I have something in my eye. First I rub the offended eye. When that doesn't work I try to blink it out while gazing around like a spooked horse. When that doesn't work, I lightly pinch my lashes looking for one in the process of falling out. When THAT doesn’t work I flush my eyes with water. When even THAT doesn't work, I remember that my body grows hair like a mangy werewolf and check the neighboring eyebrow region. The plot thickens!
More often than seems reasonable on behalf of my genetics I find that I have an up to THREE INCH long eyebrow hair that has decided to curl itself away from it's fellows, has pierced the barrier of my lashes, and has set about with feeble persistence to blind me.
My body hates me. It doesn't hate me as much as that of a person with a chronic disease, congenital deformity, or like, a vagina, but it does throw temper tantrums just often enough to remind me that life is largely a string of tedious inconveniences occassionally punctuated by moments of mind-altering awe and feverish bewilderment.
Thanks for unnecessarily humbling me you keratinous javelin-like bastard. Damn you and the brow ridge you rode in on!
Reading tea leaves:
Mark Twain: I see a companion, okay, but don't get too excited. I don't see a church.
Virgin Mary: But do you see a vineyard???
I maybe had a few drinks...all day.
Gertrude Stein (DTSPS) had a drink. Every half hour. All day.
This post is from 2013.
Pocahontas: I Don’t Think That Word Means What You Think It Means: An expedition in fic reading.
Pocahontas: Also editing non-native speaker papers.