My boyfriend quoted me. :-)Darren and I have that in common.
“I’m just looking for a like-minded, laid-back fellow animated skeleton with whom I can devour the souls of the living, and raise an undying army to conquer the planet with, without constant nagging every time I come home from the bar at 3am.”
Sometimes that sits on my face.I’m here to prove that you can be a skinny white boy and still have booty.
…don’t ever forget that!
And don’t say “I’ll never be good”. You can become better! and one day you’ll wake up and you’ll find out how good you actually became.
「Neil deGrasse Tyson」
That’s why I love this man!
(via glossylalia)
I wonder if someone would be willing to buy me a cute pair of underwear.
If anyone’s wondering - I have a 28-30in waist, generally wear a small, and love the color blue…..
But let’s not get our hopes up, right? :P
I suppose, since I killed you last night, I could buy you some cute underwear as an apology.
my subconscious is full of monsters
Last night I dreamed that I was beset by vampires. Among them were President of the San Francisco Board of Supervisors, David Chiu, a rather young Michelle Forbes, and Nolan. Huh?
(While I don’t know any of these people personally, I like what I know about them each a great deal. Why my subconscious turned them into murderous creatures of the night is beyond me.)
The dream took place at my brother’s house, which my family collectively lived in until about 18 years ago. This is a not uncommon setting for my dreams; I live there from ages 4 to 13, after all. Another human and I had Chiu and Forbes pinned against the deck railing at sunset. There was a lot of mutual threatening. At some point Forbes escaped, and while my companion was recapturing her, I cut off Chiu’s head with an eight-inch chef’s knife, and did the same to Forbes when she was brought back to me. I tossed their bodies and heads into the wooded area of the adjacent lot.
As I was headed out, another vampire reunited Chui’s and Forbes’ heads with their bodies, restoring them to unlife. I confronted this new vampire, Nolan, on the front porch, and we struggled up the driveway to the main road. There, in the last moments of twilight, I cut off his head. I awoke while my dream-self was looking for a rock to smash his head with, so he could not be saved by another vampire.
This wasn’t a nightmare. I wasn’t panicked or afraid in the dream. I was annoyed at having to kill vampires twice over, but its was just something I had to do.
Most of my dreams are about real life, like I’m just at work doing my job, and then I wake up. I suppose something a little more fantastic is welcome, if the subject and the characters are a bit strange.
Do all Americans talk like you should know everything about their country?
Who’s Wade Hampton.
What is confederacy.
I’m here to talk Mormonism.
I don’t think most of us expect non-Americans to know our history, but there are some events, like our civil war (the anti-slavery North, or Union, opposing the pro-slavery, secessionist South, or Confederate States of America), that we assume other Anglophones have probably heard about.
I don’t know terribly much about Canada’s history, but I know a little about its transitions form colonies to a Dominion to an independent nation, and a little about Quebecois separatism. I also know a little about Oliver Cromwell’s role in the English civil war and the ensuing Protectorate. Then there’s Australia’s unusual take on government, blending the Westminster system with American-style federalism. But I don’t expect many of my fellow citizens know much about any of those subject.
I still have no idea who Wade Hampton is.
(via isnerdy)
Yep, it’s rather like that.
(via adventuresofanerd)
I see him around the Castro all the time.
(via aboveaveragenolan)
