February 2010
83 posts
cruel tricks relating to sleep:
- waking up in the wee hours with a great idea, but being too lazy to write it down
- the second after waking from the dream where you come back and everything is like it was before
- snoring so as to incite your bedfellow to stare at the ceiling, graphically detailing your suffocation by pillow in their mind
- waking naturally, alert and awake at 5:45 am, then going back to sleep and feeling like a train wreck when your alarm goes off an hour later
- bedbugs
Play
buns: missed connection →
ennuipartie.tumblr.com
I’m not going to chastise, because there’s obviously a lot of pain here, but this is exactly why the scouting motto is: BE PREPARED!!
you: a troop of girl scouts, peddling cookies that i wanted to buy. you asked me if i wanted to buy girl scout cookies. i said that i did, and asked what forms of payment you accepted. you paused, then replied spritely “cash or check!”
i had neither, and promised to return. you mentioned that you’d be there until 5pm. i went to 7-11 and purchased a bottle of water and a low-calorie-high-protein breakfast bar. knowing that the calorie deficit would be worth it when i bought those cookies! i got cash back with my purchase, in preparation. i was going to go on my lunch break, but yesterday was a BAD DAY and i ended up working through lunch, until 8pm. i was comforted by the thought that you’d be there today. and this time, i’d be ready. with my 10 dollars! to buy your caramel delights! or maybe thin mints. i was going to go with my GUT.
but you weren’t there. you weren’t fucking there. what kind of troop are you?
me: defeated & cookieless, i went to the CVS this morning. there were bags of valentines day candy on sale for 75 cents a piece. i bought hershey’s kisses and peanut butter cups. it’s not the same.
baby moose playing in sprinkler →
wimp.com
oh my god, oh my god. I think I want a baby. moose.
(there is an option to mute the soundtrack. just saying.)
