Going to see the fam
me: My sanity? What about my sanity?
L: Put it in a bag of holding.
On days like today, I just want to cry.
Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy...– Carl Jung Quotes (via bluechameleon) (via vruz) (via mogadonia)
Conflict drives everything forward, pushing all of us to the edge of the cliff....– me (apparently, 10/29/07) (via sleepanddream)
Then there wuz sheep-doods in teh field, an they wuz watchin teh sheep in teh...– Luke 2 - LOLCat Bible Translation Project
I cannot do a proper analysis of Buddhism after eating falafel.– me
Sex and the single cerebrum →
The best smut engages the body and the mind. Nerve.com co-founder Rufus Griscom talks about controversy, confession and, of course, arousal.
Open Salon: You make the headlines →
You lie on the floor, supine. Writhe. Now crawl on your stomach. Slither, you...– McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: My Apartment: An Interpretive Dance in Three Parts.
imsvsims: The Bird and The Bee - Carol of the...
Happy Hippy 2008 Mix Tape (with bonus 2007 mix!)
Below is the the track listing for my annual year-end mix-tape for 2008. Download the entire 2008 mix in MP3 format (112.2 MB). Knickerbocker / Fujiya & Miyagi Pumpkin Soup / Kate Nash Bruises / Chairlift DWTS / Sissy Wish Puppy Toy / Tricky Sleepy Head / Passion Pit Microscope ft Blake Hazard / Styrofoam Are We All Forgotten / Paper Route Morning Exercise / The Heavenly...
Variations on the Word Love
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those red heart- shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell it. We insert it also in the one empty space on the printed form that comes with no instructions. There are whole magazines with not much in them but the word love, you can rub it all over your...
But you *are* always sort of perky. In a kind of sinister way.– my boss, about me (he’s not wrong)
Dar Williams - The Christians and the Pagans...
Wishful Drinking: Carrie Fisher: Books →
OMG! How did I miss this?!
This is kind of how I was feeling this weekend. →
“Mom,” she said delicately, as if she was about to reveal some bad news, a tone that is code for STALLING. STALLING. STALLING. “I really don’t want to go to school tomorrow.” I reached over and rubbed her cheek with my thumb. “I know how you feel, ” I said. “I’ve got five projects that I’ve got to work on tomorrow, and I don’t want...
debbipete: butterflyeffect:mogadonia: The...