reblogging for testing reasons. And ice cream reasons.
Early morning flight with a beautiful sunrise and Bon Iver on the iPod. I’m coming home and ready to finish out this last day of October.
I’m hopeful that November will bring new light to a somewhat damper autumn.
let’s make it shine!!
You heard it hear first, kiddies: Pants on Fire for the win.
Pants on Fire has a female jockey, which is cool and I guess unusual. That makes get behind Pants as much as the next girl. However, I’m leaning toward Mucho Macho Man.
Oh baby. I’m taking a trip to Shackleford.
I have a disorder that causes me to compulsively go over online menus before I arrive at the restaurant so I’m not overwhelmed.
I JUST did this! Literally 2 seconds ago. I’m going to The Green Table for dinner (in Chelsea Market) and had to read up before sitting down at the table. Whoa.
Wow…a lot of us do this as I do as well! I’m a menu stalker!
((and then peruse the menu anyway once I’m there so people don’t know what I psycho I am))
See, I DON’T, because I hate being antsy while everyone else is perusing the menu and I’m just pretending to look.
Addition to the Attraction Chart Battle
Like, yes, but it should be just “His Grammar Skills”
This is why online dating has gone nowhere for me.
This may be the most beautifully honest thing I’ve ever read.
The answer is nothing. NOTHING.
Nothing at all!
“Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.”
— Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
i have always felt that way. i am now at an age i always considered grown up but i only sometimes feel like an actual grown up. sigh.
Important news of the day.
All you ever need to do in this world is stop just long enough to put yourself in the other’s shoes (or paws) to understand them just a little better.
Tears. God I love my dog Marley.
I cried like a baby when I saw this. And went home to immediately snuggle with Bailey.