It seems these days that much in my life is largely defined by my lunch. After all, you are what you eat, right ( Read more... )

Tom Cruise ( Read more... )

Another random thought at 1:30 am. I've been trying to call it a night earlier and earlier these days, but the thoughts just keep on coming ( Read more... )

I came to a realization while driving to work this morning. I will probably never finish writing a novel. I've tried a few false starts a few times, but the problem is, I get distracted really easily ( Read more... )

(As follows is a transcript of a recent conversation, as of a few minutes ago, between myself and my 11-year old cousin whom I saw this past holiday season.)

Me: HELENA!
Buttercup: WHAT?
Me: Why didn't you say bye to me in New Jersey?
Buttercup: because u never woke up!!!!!!!!!!11
Buttercup: i didn't see u at all..
Buttercup: :-(
Me: YES I DID!!!
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Let it be known, of course, that I'm exceptionally lazy. Many don't suspect it, but within the core of my glib tongued exterior lies the heart of the world's most ardent slacker ( Read more... )

Having your birthday as the day after New Year's Day does something, I think. It probably explains why I get so completely introspective to the point of paralysis.

This was, quite honestly, the LAST fucking thing I would expect. Hell, I loathe Paladins with a passion even in World of Warcraft, and my trigger finger conveniently finds its way to the "kill" button when I see one.

Bastards.

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One of the few things that cheer me up these days are monkeys. Do you really need to ask why?

I came across an odd fact while slacking at work today. It seems that William Powell, author of the infamous Anarchist Cookbook, has been attempting to recant from his authorship of said publication. Excerpted below, for convenience:

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