I’ll tell you this, because we are friends: I sit and use tumblr to arrange and rearrange my Bird Alignments constantly because it is the easiest to drag squares of images program that exists on my phone.

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I’ll tell you this, because we are friends: I sit and use tumblr to arrange and rearrange my Bird Alignments constantly because it is the easiest to drag squares of images program that exists on my phone.
You look nice today. @fender #ukelele #YLNT https://www.instagram.com/p/CBbRT67pwGk/?igshid=47juurumjf0v
Nice!™
This image somehow triggered an immediate flashback to one of the best You Look Nice Today monologues, composed by the bard Scott Simpson.
http://www.steelopus.com/post/9334679921/you-look-nice-today-adam-apologizes-deeply-to
I... had... a piece of ass. And I dropped it. And now that's your elevator, miss
Merlin, Schadenfunny
It's always Poolside in my head. (Framing could have been better, sure. But, there's always some kind of framing, and everybody brings what they bring to the stone soup of reality anyway, and also I am crumpled up and horizontacular on the couchmonster. I just enjoy the echoes of Scott Simpson suddenly playing in my head, and sharing a warm feeling sometimes yields a virtuous cascade of same.)
(132s)
“You went from Southerner to Brooklyner to Mark Twain. Everything is Mark Twain!”
I wonder if it is some manner of self-protective measure that my memory is so ready to pivot based on a single word. It is at the very least pretty entertaining.
I am sure there are people who can hear a “Getting a lot of foley there,” without immediately thinking about Evan, Lanolin, and Tiborg. I am not one of those people.
I made the sound of someone forgetting to mail a letter like 16 times this weekend. :”-\ (Preemptive Happy S2FD!)