,in the turbulent political and social climate we find ourselves in i think that now, more than ever, it is EXTREMELY important to remember to be kind to your web footed friends for that duck may be somebodys mother
We all know that horse infestations can be bad. But is your horse infestation so bad that you have to tell your landlord about it because there’s no way you can possibly take care of it by yourself?
several specific people, individually. a sufficiently large group of people generally.
favourite restaurant?
dim sum place from last night; the seafood restaurant in sf where i had one of the most awkward dinners of my life but also really excellent crab.
if you could live with anyone, who would it be?
god has already asked me this question and i have answered. (this sentence is my concession to sentiment.) no, really, though, i have you and the boy and i will keep you! for a calendar year i shall keep you. then our faerie pact is up and you are free to leave the forest of the silver eye.
anyway certain of you are aware that i have had expansive ludicrous living-with-people dreamspirations for a Significant Time, and while both the intent and the particulars have changed dramatically i still on some level absolutely guiltily do, so let me add some more people:
M, my childhood (literally K thru 12) best friend; N, who is– not my childhood best friend (listen. shut up); my mom for a value of “live with” that is “directly next door to” (well, really you can imagine all of this subdivided into distinct-but-adjoining space until it almost starts to make some sense); and uh– well actually everyone else is either erstwhile or more neighbor than housemate or else, uh, too embarrassing even for this space, including some people who i know from the internet, oops
“why you always lyin’: what’s the last lie you told?”
This is kind of bad but my grandma called me a few weeks ago to ask if I’d gotten her card and I said yes and that I’d loved it even though at that point I had forgotten to check my mailbox for three weeks. (I did eventually go and open it and it was very cute, as expected.)
“that’s my opinion: what’s an unpopular opinion you have?”
Already answered this one but I’ll do it again because I’m full of bad opinions. Anyway The Hunger Games trilogy is a bad book series full of wasted potential and it’s just a touch painful to me that it’s now the first thing most people think of when considering dystopian fiction. Everything about muttations is dumb. Their name is dumb. Their concept is dumb. The fact that the climax of the novel featured a fight with dead kids’ DNA spliced into dogs or whatever is unbelievably, unimaginably dumb and I can’t believe that everyone reading that was just like, “Yeah, okay, that’s a reasonable thing to have happen as the dramatic apex of this dark and gritty novel.” That’s not even the thing I hate most about the series, it just felt good to say.
“and they were roommates: if you could live with anyone, who would it be?”
I know you asked me this in the hope that I’d come up with a witty retort but JOKE’S ON YOU, ASSHOLE, I LOVE GETTING THE CHANCE TO SINCERELY TELL PEOPLE HOW GOOD OF A ROOMMATE YOU ARE AND HOW I WOULDN’T LIVE WITH ANYONE ELSE IF I COULD, SO YOU CAN KISS MY ASS.
milennial culture is sending a horrible post to your friend who is sitting 10 feet away from you in the same room, and waiting 2 seconds before hearing a dismayed “….no!”
the idea of consuming two conflicting things that promise to do the opposite of each other has always been hilarious to me. there’s a liquid shot-based sleep aid called 6 hour sleep and as soon as I saw it i immediately imagined mixing it and a 5 hour energy together for a 1 hour nap
must a sport be entertaining to watch? 