We were supposed to move to Chicago today.
(Source: caturday)
A friend of mine photographed a wedding that took place at a ghost town. You can rent it out for the day, and it’s pretty cheap! and they have ghostburgers.
AND THEY HAVE KARAOKE NIGHTS FOR THE GENERAL PUBLIC!
“I Say Fever” listed in a music video karaoke book. Pinching myself. (Taken with instagram)
I WOULD LIKE TO GO TO THIS KARAOKE
we are full of memes tonight
(Source: blackbutshining)
Adam’s deal with it post reminded me of this thing I made like a year ago and never posted.
Every time I go about researching illnesses or conditions on Google, Mayo Clinic is at the top of the list and I’m reminded how much I hate mayonnaise. I wish there was a Ketchup Clinic - it’s an alliteration and delicious.
I also have an irrational fear of mayonnaise.
“There’s one person’s LiveJournal that I’ve read for the past few years. It’s really two people—they’re a couple and they live in Boston and they foster pit bulls. For some reason I clung onto them five or six years ago. I don’t know how I found them, but I check in on both of them all the time. I sent the guy a book he was saying he wanted. I hoped he’d write on his blog, “A mysterious stranger sent me the book I wanted,” but he never did.” —
Fiona Apple on Her New Album, Lana Del Rey, and Reading Blogs
Has anyone found this LiveJournal yet? This post has been up for a few hours. You know, in a microcosm, this is sort of my own relationship with a lot of blogs and it’s kind of cool to hear a celebrity/famous artist say something like this.
(via perpetua)
ahahahaha, this is like, everything I feel about the internet, ever.
(via blackbutshining)
I miss livejournal, which is why I’m turning my tumblr into a quasi-livejournal.
(via blackbutshining)
(Source: everythingpeaks, via catturnedtosmoke)
now they are power washing the house.
blaring Arsis. I swear he’s scraping louder and with more vigor, right outside the window.
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landlord decided to paint the house while we’re still in it, so all day yesterday, I had to listen to SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE BANG BANG SCRAPE
and they just started up again. he knows I’m home.
he’s a dick!
oh, and I have to listen to his stupid voice while he supervises.
time to blare some metal
yeeaahhhh!