Bitch, please.
On the phone with the Colbster, drinking the god-awful looking, but incredible tasting blueberry smoothie from Amy’s.
And this is the start of my Friday evening. Now, on to the rest of the night’s events, starting with happy hour beers.
And, go!
5pm
Light is Like Water.
On Wednesday night, like every Wednesday, their parents went to the cinema. The boys, lords and masters of the house, closed the doors and windows and then broke the bulb glowing in one of the living-room lamps. A jet of golden light as cool as water began to pour out of the broken bulb, and they let it run to a depth of almost three feet. Then they turned off the electricity, took out the rowing boat, and navigated wherever they pleased among the islands of the house.
This fabulous adventure was the result of a frivolous remark I had made while taking part in a seminar on the poetry of household objects. Toto asked me why the light went on with just the touch of a switch, and I could not be bothered to think about it twice.
‘Light is like water,’ I answered. ‘You turn on the tap and out it comes.’
“Light is Like Water”-Gabriel Garcia Marquez
4pm
Oh, yeah.
This coffee makes me feel like my brain is on fire.
Or my sinuses. What the eff is wrong with me?
In other news, I’m getting my bangs cut off today. The heat is killing my forehead.
3pm
soupsoup:
inothernews:
FREE MEDIA Iranian-American journalist Roxana Saberi talked with the media one day after an Iranian appeals court suspended her eight-year jail sentence and released her. Ms. Saberi, a 32-year-old dual Iranian-American citizen, was convicted last month of spying, but the appeals court reduced her term to a two-year suspended sentence. (Photo by Majid Saeedi/AFP - Getty via the NY Times)
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4pm
Screw high school.
Oh, screw high school. I definitely didn’t cry, in fact I celebrated and showed up to project grad an hour late. I knew high school sucked, and I was ready to be out. Now, kindergarden graduation, that’s when I should’ve cried because after that day, life was officially over.
wewritethewrong:
So I Walk Alone is playing on my itunes right now. I still don’t get why this was our class song. Oh well, I couldn’t even tell you what the other one is. Remind me why I cried when I graduated high school again. I should have cried when I graduated college because after that you are thrown out in the real world.
Via We Write The Wrong
12pm
Inmate phone calls.
kaytee:
I had a missed call on my phone, so I called it back to see who it was…
Tarrant County Jail?
I’m hoping it’s a wrong number, but if you’re my friend and you’re in DFW, you should probably send me a text so I know you’re not in trouble or something. Thanks.
I hope it’s not one of those crazy inmate scams where they ask you to forward your phone number to the jail and then make unlimited phone calls to whomever from YOUR number. Not cool.
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2pm
