February 2011
*cell phone rings*
sneakersandfoullanguage:
*HOUSE PHONE RINGS*
What’s a house phone?
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fuckyeahthefuuuucomics:
AT WORK, YEAH
39% of LGBT workers reported experiencing some...
chancetodance:
And this is why I get pissed when I people hear say, “That’s so gay!”
People don’t seem to see the bigger picture when they say such stupid things. They only see the moment because they’ve been conditioned to think that homosexuality is wrong, if not directly, then indirectly by their peers repeating these stupid remarks. This morning, when I got on the train, I saw...
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Beach and the Radiator
“OW!” Natalie screamed as she burned herself trying to twist off the cap to open the steaming radiator. We were stuck and we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Let me go back a few hours to where this all started. A few days ago, I made plans with a few friends of mine to go to the beach. We were all glow-in-the-dark white and we agreed that we could all use a bit of tan, so...
GLEE PROMO FOR NEXT WEEK
thegirlwiththesunglasses:
WHAT IS THIS I DON’T EVEN
I am a shameless quidnunc.
starfare asked: TELL ME OH WISE ONE:
How may I grow up to be as awesome as yourself?
How may I grow up to be as awesome as yourself?
sarcasticmisterknowitall asked: Why are you so wonderful?
In the immortal words of Ramona Flowers, “I’ve dabbled in being a bitch”, and to that, I add “Who hasn’t?”
Simple
When was it that we stopped going out at night just to look at the stars? What happened to us? When were our skies polluted with airplanes that twinkle in the night sky and steal the stars’ thunder?
Where did they go? What happened to the days where we made wishes on shooting stars? When did airplanes become “the next best thing”?
I’m not hating on B.o.B. or Hayley...
I just missed a call from my grandmother. I'm...
Metrorail
Something about taking the Metrorail is kind of nostalgic. Maybe it’s the feeling of a train taking me from place to place. Maybe it’s watching the town zoom by as good neighborhoods become not-so-good neighborhoods, or the trees flying past my window. Maybe it’s the idea of sitting next to a perfect stranger, never saying a word to each other because we live scripted lives, but...
