March 2009
Fuck I'm old
bowlingalleylawyer:
It’s Saturday night and I am already tired.
this bed is a tempting mistress.
bitch.
I think I’m off to slumberland. I have a horrible headache and staring at the computer probably isn’t helping. I’ll go first as I’m older than you are. (?)
‘Night, everyone!
Breastfeeding while driving gets woman a ticket →
Yep, this happened in my city. At an intersection I cross just about every day. What the hell was she thinking? Seems like I pass idiots every single day babbling on their cell phones and not paying attention to the road. What is so important to discuss that people must have a cell phone permanently attached to their ear? And add breastfeeding on top of that? Aaargh.
A Harrison Twp. woman...
February 2009
bowlingalleylawyer →
salutesaturday:
BowlingAlleyLawyer, simply put, is never afraid. Her opinions differ from the vast majority of people on tumblr but she still states them and stands up for her side. She’s also never afraid to be afraid or vulnerable and pours her heart out in her posts. If you’re her friend she’ll stand by you but she isn’t afraid to call people out when they’re being unfair. She has a wicked...
trainwrecks →
bowlingalleylawyer:
katoleary:
salutesaturday:
As a person concerned about the rampant unchecked privilege in the world, I appreciate the excellent job Trainwrecks does at pointing out when people - consciously or unconsciously - post something racist, sexist, ableist, or otherwise reeking of unexamined privilege and resources. As I’m not entirely comfortable in a community where that kind of...
The unseen monster in the distance. Terror over... →
(via numbersixspeaks)
More, please.
After a Memorial Service
mills:
Someone loved by a close friend died recently, and today I went to the memorial reception. Some things were exemplary of Louisiana: the boiled crawfish, shrimp, muffalettas, boudin balls, catfish, and jambalaya on offer. Shouting children from all branches of the family filled the spaces in conversation left by trailing recollections of the departed: one memory, another, a tentative laugh...
It’s not your birthday anymore;
There’s no need to be kind to you.
And the...
– Morrissey, “It’s Not Your Birthday Anymore.”
This album is gooood. (via chuffedlittlemuffin)
The End
insomnambulance:
So our biggest fund has an issue. Coming soon to a newsstand near you, I guess. Maybe a line-item on CNBC or something.
Basically, I’m screwed. So I’m home early! This weekend’s my birthday, so I’ll get good and drunk over it and wile away the days until they clean out the place. I figure on a few more checks, then a severance, and then I guess unemployment.
Rabbits leap from...
Hey, THANKS for that!
subjecttomeg:
Woman: Hey, did you get your hair cut?
Me: Yes.
Woman: [nod, nod, nod. silence]
So, yeah, I get that if I ask someone what they think of something, I am opening myself up to possible criticism. And I guess some people would argue that by leaving my house and walking around other seeing creatures that I’m putting myself out there, or whatever, but fuck, people. If you don’t...
Arrogant Snark
jeffmiller:
squashed:
Politico’s Patrick Gavin: What’s a common and accepted practice for Americans nowadays that you think we’ll look back on with regret? John Kerry: Up until this November, it was voting Republican.
I like my back-and-forth debates with Squashed, and I think he’s a thoughtful guy. But since the election, he’s posted a lot of things like the exchange above—isolated, little...
I can understand how people outside the country wouldn’t understand how Ireland...
– That tax dodging twat Bono. See also ‘Huge Protest Over Irish Economy’, ‘Trichet says Irish economy faces “severe challenges”, ‘The Irish Economy’s Rise Was Steep, and the Fall Was Fast’, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera… (via feastingonroadkill)
I can post a map or something and put him in his place?
Family
I’m happiest when we’re all four together—my husband, my two boys and me. Baby snuggled in the crook of his dad’s arms in the recliner reading a book and the older one cuddled up on the couch with me. Being together under one roof always made my dad happiest and I realize it’s too late to tell him I understand that so well now. It doesn’t really make me sad...
All I am saying, brain, is give sanity a chance.
subjecttomeg:
The fact that I am a spectacularly talented jackass is obviously no longer news. I’ve proved it enough that I don’t really need to tell you anymore. But under the umbrella of jackassery there is a smaller, more specific talent that I’d rather be without: creating a problem where there previously was none.
It’s not quite the same as making much ado about nothing — though I often...
Okay, so Top Chef was ruined for me.
sufjanssteven:
I’m not logging in for the rest of the weekend.
Yeah, I actually watched it and it was ruined for me.