Which I initially mistyped as “Tumblr Googles.” And really, where are “Tumblr Googles”?
It is not yet 9pm. No one should let us have Tumblr access while drunk
The real question is, “where are Tumblr Goggles?”
Because +J said we were on a "suicide pact style reblog" -
NEVER FORGET (the pregnancy pact).
“Big Pun has points to make guys. My big problem with LA is that we never got truly drunk there. I don’t understand how people live in that place.” — Leila, on this song, and also; life.
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For the record, Mr. +J literally kicked a puppy today. #Ivemadeahugemistake
Don’t forget that — truly minutes later! — S+N basically punched a baby in the face. Serious questions arise re: my social associations.
I made it through airport security — twice — with a very visible pair of scissors in my purse. Don’t they realize what I could have done? (Had I known they were there.)
Like a Skyline Is Etched in His Head -
Oh, the things brains can do! I braved the rain to go see this today, and it was basically as amazing in person as it sounds in print.
“I don’t know why I just googled “flowers” — that’s not a very hot lead for activities. What do human beings usually do?” — Mason (we are looking for fun things to do today)
Within 5 minutes of getting home from the final +Jess and Keyholez wedding event, I made a playlist of the songs used in the procession, and have been sitting here listening to them, already indulging in nostalgia for yesterday.
(Guys, it was honestly one of the most memorable, happy, completely poignant, and fun times I have had in a long time. Thank you for letting me be friends with you and for letting me have any role at all in your wedding, much less the one I had.)
My parents went up to Maine today, just for funsies, and my mom called me to say that she fed our dog broccoli from the garden and rosehips from the wild roses that grow everywhere. Zoe loved the rosehips so much that she went foraging for them on her own.
For the record, every text message I receive is now an “it’s coming from inside the house!” moment.
Send her ten texts in that same window of time. When the only one that she sends back reads along the lines of “terrible timing: i can’t do anything until x-date very far in the future,” reply with: 1) a message about how it’s actually perfect timing, because you still met despite the time constraints, 2) an offer to casually stop by one evening with a bottle of wine, and 3) a request for her email address.
… at least it flips the pathetic single lady trope?