January 2012
5 posts
I gave Jack a triceratops costume for Christmas. He liked it.
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cruisin' down the street in my six fo
Finally got my car back on Thursday, Jan 12. The accident happened December 19th, and the grand total for damages was more than $6K. While bluey was being repaired, I had a totally sweet Dodge Charger loaner car that used half a tank of gas every time I started it, and it was totally sweet. I kiiiinda want a muscle car now. Don’t tell my brother.
December 2011
7 posts
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she was in a BMW SUV.
Around 11 tonight I was laying on my bed playing words with friends on my phone (yep) when I heard the sickening crunch of a car crash outside. I knew immediately (something about where the sound came from, maybe?) that it was my car.
A young lady made this small modification to my bumper for no apparent reason.
I got her info and took some pictures, she parked her car (no longer drivable)...
November 2011
7 posts
obsessed
I just went to a metal show and came home and immediately started listening to Queen again. I have a Freddie Mercury problem.
October 2011
8 posts
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Hi kittens.
Hi, kids. Can you guys do me a favor? It’s my birthday this week and I’m sick and I’m so crazy slammed at work I can’t even take a day off (either for sickness OR my birthday) and you know, that’s fine, I like my job and all. But since I can’t be slacker, could you brighten my day by sending me links to amazing websites? I don’t care if it’s art...
September 2011
9 posts
Bridesmaids blooper reel—so good! (NSFW, srs.)
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Art is better with cats
thefrogman:
August 2011
11 posts
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Wipe Your Feet: Sunday Story Time →
tesslynch:
It was a dark and stormy night. Jennifer was reading the paper on a sofa when the phone rang. It was her doctor. He advised her to sit down. She explained that she already was sitting down. He advised her to sit down lower. She did.
“Jennifer,” said the doctor. “I’m afraid I have some bad news….
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You Are Welcome Here: A Letter to My Daughter →
lieslieslies:
Some days I fear I will never meet you. Some days I fear that you will never exist and that time, shhh, long ago, was the last chance. But other days I break apart completely thinking about your skin and if you’d smile with your eyes or with your entire face.
I just wanted to tell you some…
it’s not perfect, but it’s great. and that’s the point.
July 2011
15 posts
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