"I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
Really DC Council?! REALLY?
Oh my lord, Inauguration week is going to be a nightmare.
kellyv79:
ardenashley:
rooseter:
A measure put forth today by D.C. Councilman Jim Graham - who represents the
party-friendly Adams Morgan neighborhood - would allow bars and restaurants
licensed to serve alcohol to keep pouring until 5 a.m., and to keep doors
open 24-hours per day between Jan. 17 and Jan. 21.
I can’t even begin to describe what a fucking nightmare my neighborhood will be.
For serious this is the worst best worst idea ever. The only thing that is going to get me through innaug week is knowing I’ll be in Puerto Rico two days after it’s all over.
Jesus H. Christ. Really?!?!? As if our neighborhood isn’t a shit show during “normal” drinking times. WTF. Thank god a tropical vacay follows this week of hell. Although, lets take bets now that me, Ash, or Laura end up at a bar until 5am one night.
Grab the book closest to you. Go to page 56. Find the 5th sentence. Write that sentence in the text box.
“She wasn’t violently distasteful like Mickey Spillane.”
The World of Agatha Christie:The Facts and Fiction Behind the World’s Greatest Crime Writer, by Martin Fido
msbadkittie:
‘One cannot help wondering why she didn’t guide it to miss him altogether.’
The God Delusion, by Richard Dawkins
(Tumblr game via tylercoates)
Signs that fatigue or possibly tertiary syphilis is taking over your brain
This is the man I’m marrying, folks. He rules.
mad-thoughts:
kiamatthews:
My cat is hanging out on my bed and I’ll usually say, in a sing-song voice “hey kitty,” “hey stinky” or something to that effect. Just now, not 2 seconds ago, I looked at my cat and sang “All the cats standing in the line for the litter box!”
And I’m out.
I’ve been singing, “All my single kitties, all my single kitties… put ya paws up!” to my cat Jack, much to his annoyance.
