We have an awesome new art project idea for the house. We’ve got a bulletin board. We are going to put photographs of people on it and connect them with red string in such a way that anytime someone comes and visits us they will think we’re solving some complex case like detectives.
So Benjamin Franklin is chilling in the food court this morning.
Better keep an eye out for Bill & Ted.
filled with love.
nothing insightful to say.
Y’all should come to the tweet up.
That’s where it happens.
That’s where we hug and figure out what’s real.
It’s a real fucking thing: You’ve read someone’s words and hugging them makes their words different and it makes the hug different.
I swear to god.
Embrace the real thing.
Best zombie thing I’ve ever seen: Dead Set.
It still annoys me that so few people in zombie movies have ever seen zombie movies.
That being said, you should watch this five part zombie thing from the BBC.
Dear Girl Who Lives In The Basement
1. We are NOT nooners.
Charlie and Adam
Would you please take a field trip to Wangs and pick up all the cafeteria ice creams and some drumstick ice creams … Ooh. And some marshmallows. Maybe a couple things of those wafer cookies. Except not chocolate. Cause gross. And some cherry coke.
You’re champs, you nooners.
The girl that lives in the basement.
Advice about tumblr:
Never pay attention to your follower count. You do not know what people are thinking or why they may have unfollowed or deleted or any of that. And nothing productive comes from thinking about it. In the words of that space fish in a white turtle neck: it’s a trap.
If you have never been stalked, don’t use those tracking analytics sites. It’s also a trap. You feel like you’re learning something but you’ll just get lost in new paranoid narcissistic questions—at least like a ton of the time.
Never get upset about anything Fred says. He’s messing with you. If you don’t like the way he does his thing, unfollow him. I’ve met him and he’s a good guy. Do not let yourself get all bent out of shape about his opinions when it’s not clear he isn’t just fucking with you.
If you ever feel sad and just need to get a few hearts, don’t post just for the sake of posting. It won’t even make you feel better. Just walk away and do something else. This tumblr world can mess with you. Don’t be afraid to leave it for a bit and come back when you feel sort of clean and independent again.
When you want to post about how annoying other people on tumblr are, probably best to just let that shit go unsaid and wait till the feeling goes away. You can’t post about how other people post and as a result change the way other people post—wait, this post might violate its own advice… Ah, fuck, we’re all human. Deep breaths and shrugs will get us through.
It’s good for me not to know about like gossip and drama and that shit because I don’t like the part of me that’s so curious and wants to find out about it and have an opinion and think about who is right and all that. Gross. That part of me is a fucking loser. I gotta work on starving him to death.
The Lonely Island — We Use Semicolons Everyday
I love that they made a whole song focusing on this particular rap move.