September 2009
11 posts
now how does that feel?
reading my old blogs and comparing them to the recent ones.
i’ve gotten so morose and sarcastic, it’s almost sad.
“Life doesn’t imitate art, it imitates bad television.”
– Woody Allen (via iheartmyart) (via hitrecordjoe)
"I just don't like them, y'know?"
on a typical day at the store, crowded with children and moms and teens, a co-worker and I talk about food.
Me: I want to try pupusas.
Co-Worker J: oh pupusas??
Me: Yeah! I hear they're amazing.
Co-Worker J: I don't eat that Salvadorian shit.
i only wish i drinking something at that moment so i could spit it out sit-com spritz style.
this made my morning. Click on me. →
“My theory was that if you had breasts, boys wanted to have sex with you, which...”
– read this in my book today and thought it was funny.
like a sequoia tree
i couldn’t stop staring at an elderly couple today.
they were holding hands walking out of a store and headed towards the food court, like a couple of chained hunchbacks. He smiled at her and said something i couldn’t hear.
i couldn’t stop staring cause they’re a miracle, these people. they’re the rare shiny pokemon card you find in the booster packs.
it’s...
salesmanship
"Hey, do you guys have any tote-bags?" - customer
"No, but we got a Hello Kitty toaster" - me
i lost tumblrarity?!
i didn’t noe it could do that!
Sidenote: what’s the point of tumblraity?
.another social network.
oh yes. another one. but with a much more interesting name.
so. why? what’s the point? what can this one possibly promise to give me that the other one’s haven’t?
let me reverse that: what can i offer this that I haven’t already offered the others? how can i possible expect people to stop by if i’ve already shared myself with the other networks?
i am a dab of...
