- I am awake.
- I have to be at work by 9 for the third day this week.
- But the good news is I only work 9-1 instead of 9-5.
- After work I’m probably going to attempt to find interview-appropriate-clothes.
- And try to convince myself that going to see Thor by myself in the middle of the afternoon would be super lame.
- And also maybe get Panera.
- Because Panera is awesome.
I’m attempting to clear out my drafts, and among all of the random old posts I never reblogged, I keep finding these weird text posts that I’m assuming I wrote on my phone while trying to fall asleep, but that I really only have a vague memory of writing, like this gem right here:
The first time you met your sister, you stabbed her in the gut.
What do you expect from someone who’s seen herself die?
Twice now already
On the tracks
In the car
Blood the same as yours
All over the backseat that isn’t really yours
Interesting words (Source)
I feel really smart for knowing what an interrobang was
And petrichor.I only know glabella and interrobang because of dan & phil
why didn’t they use an actual interrobang though they look super cool
In addition to Interrobang and Petrichor (Thank you, Neil Gaiman), I also knew Tines. I actually wasn’t aware that it wasn’t common knowledge? Maybe it’s just because I’m weirdly particular about forks…(I hate salad forks because the tines are too short; I prefer long tined forks)
However, I’m surprised that I didn’t know Dysania before now, considering that I’m basically in a perpetual state of dysania.
Fuck, I just remembered that I left my pizza from lunch in the fridge at work.
…1:30 am is totally the most useful time to have this thought.
I made the mistake of listening to Icona Pop while getting ready for work this morning.
Which has led to having I Love It stuck in my head for 12+ hours now.
Which has led to me becoming slightly obsessed with the line “You’re from the 70’s, but I’m a 90’s bitch" and all of the various and sundry ways that it relates to my life/my problems.
Sometimes I’ll tune into the Viagra commercial just long enough to hear the part about “ask your doctor if your heart is healthy enough for sex” and every time I’m like AWWWWWH and then I remember they mean literally and not metaphorically
WHAT’S GOING ON? HOW CAN THEY BOTH BE THERE?
DID EZRA KILL ALI?
WAS HE HER SECRET CAPE MAY BABY-DADDY?
OH MY GOD, IT ALL MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW.
Oh, wait, this is just a selfie from twitter or something, isn’t it?
I still think Ezra killed Ali