April 2010
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March 2010
Crap in a hat. Surprise employee review and I’m completely huffed up on cold and flu medication. I have the mental dexterity of a fried egg.
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Secret Attack
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Who wants to skip work on Friday to watch the new Clash of the Titans in 3D with me? Mid-Afternoon at Alamo Drafthouse! Beer!!
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Public Triumph, Private Torment - The Mike... →
A column that shares the story of a transgendered sports writer whose conflicting identity issues lead to his suicide in late 2009.
Interesting read.
Response to One O' Clock Post
ace138:
Share this recipe .. NOW.
Yes, ma’am!
Apple Wheat Pancakes
2 cups whole wheat flour
4 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 eggs, lightly beaten
2 cups skim milk
2 tablespoons honey
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 medium apple, peeled, cored, and chopped
Combine first four ingredients in large bowl.
Combine next four...
One O'Clock in the Afternoon
Just made a batch of apple wheat pancakes and am about to zone out in front of the tv for a couple of hours.
This Saturday is looking so good that it should be a crime.
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Oh hey there, bloody socks....
Note to self: Buy going out steel toed boots for metal concerts. Your beaten up all black Converse shoes will not protect your feet for a Megadeth show.
Surprisingly, this isn’t the first time or second time this has happened.
Twitter Post
There’s nothing worse than spending twenty minutes on a professional hate mail at work, only to send it to the wrong person. FML
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PROTIP: Act nervous at dentist so that they’ll give you nitrous. Glorious, glorious nitrous. I can taste colors.
My Insanity Is Kicking In
Cannot get back to sleep for anything. Getting awakened from a late night phone call from an ex that I haven’t seen in a year isn’t fun, especially when these particular items are thrown my way:
she’ll be in town this weekend (I didn’t know she moved outta Austin)
she misses me
she’s so sorry for how we ended
she wants to see me on Saturday
I’ve only...
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I dreamt last night that I got into a fist fight with Philip Seymour Hoffman at a Bryan Adams concert. When I awoke, my pillow was gone.
Anyone with the slightest sense of scale recognizes that nothing we do matters....
– Dear Coke Talk (via elizablr)
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Well, Hoarr, I thought it WAS you.
(via afghanibanani)
Nope. Not me.
I haven’t had anything happen recently in my life that has required your Afghani experience and/or superior intellect.
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WE DID IT!
What did we do now? I’m just getting home.
Tumblr is a big ole circle jerk right now, and I want in. Clear some room.
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Credit where credit is due: Louis C.K. came up...
misterpeace:
It was not invented by some Helvetica fetishist, despite what Tumblr would have you believe.
It was actually part of a brilliant Louis C.K. bit during an interview with Conan O’Brien a couple years ago about Gen Y’s complete inability to appreciate the fact that we live in an age of scientific miracles. It’s fucking amazing and hilarious and true and Louis C.K. is about a...
“We’re in a band. It’s a cross between Black Sabbath and Disturbed. HA! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CITY!
I’m behind a douche in a full suit in the line to a porta-potty. He’s totally talking business on his wireless blue tooth. It’s hilarious.