Biking to work today was so … lovely. For a lack of a better way to say this, the city didn’t smell bad. It didn’t smell like horse pee or hot garbage juice. Just a light fresh breeze, and I swear, at one point, actually it smelled of flowers.

Then a garbage truck past me and it was all exhaust and fish heads.

But for the most part, lovely. So, I am optimistic for the day.

(Source: tokkida)

Ok. Here’s the thing. I. EMPHATICALLY. HATE. Genderswap. Just. Ew. So gross. I never understood the point. Since the 90s. It’s right up there, but just behind, wings! and Mpreg as the grossest, worst, most pointless thing, I don’t get at all ever, you pervs, WTF. And I am into some capitol-f Effed. Up. Shit. SRSLY. Like, ho-hum noncon incest knifeplay, I read last week, that’s fine, but genderswap? Gross.

And then I saw this manip and was like, oh, ok, totes on board. Right on. Yes. I’d hit that. Will hit all of that. Carry on.

(Source: v1v13nn3)

cheattowin:

“Are there any shows or movies left in the world that you haven’t perved up?”

Ugh. Most accurate GPOM ever.

Taken from a photoset.

Fun facts about me and the dude I married:

1) He was in a long term long distance relationship when he hooked up with me. I was a homewrecker hot mess at the time who had no interest in relationships. He did not tell me he ended thing with her for more than two weeks. He kinda suckered me into a relationship without telling me. Didn’t talk to him for almost two weeks after. Because SRSLY. Who does that?

2) We saw two movies in the span of less than a year period 04-05?) that convinced him to ditch his exgf and hook up with me (Garden State), and me to stop being such an intentional hot mess and settle down a bit because even the bad can be good (Eternal Sunshine) (see gif)

3) We moved in together less than 8 months after we started “dating” and got legally bound a scant 7 years later, shockingly, with neither of us banging, let alone making out with, anyone else in the mean time. It is possible.

4) Because we are both idiots and easily swayed by media, we once resolved a major fight by watching Herold and Maud in silence, together. We also got into one of the worst fights ever after watching Munich.  And, apparently, dude I married decided he wanted to settle down with me after watching Away We Go.

Bitch waited till I had a steady paying job till popping the question though.

BTW - in case you’re wondering who that handsome fellow I always post pictures of, and won’t shut up about, it’s The Dude I Married, Krchr. His tumblr’s ok, I guess, if you’re in to that sort of thing.

He has never reblogged me, ever.

And in case you’re wondering who did those doodles on his tumblr of deer headed hipsters, and space monsters, and psychedelic cats, they’re my old drawings, not his. Plagiarist.

Very accurate GPOM.

(Source: cr33pingitreal)

I’m gonna queue up a little TMI Thursday.

Can you recommend some good blogs to follow?

Before I hit my next follower count, I’d like to give an awkward holla to Meg, who’s like, a super IRL friend I see several times a week. I am honestly uncomfortable that you found this. I know you see me drunk all the time, but really, I’m even worse on the internet. And talk about gay sex even more, if that is possible.

Fun fact: Meg gave me these coupes, which as they combine champagne, vintage design, and space, are clearly my favorite things ever. I cuddle them to sleep every night.

Also, to all the stoner teenagers who follow me; if you posted literally anything other than sparkly picture of weed I might follow you back. I really, really, want to follow you back, but your sparkly weed tumblr is so. Fucking. Boring. I do not want that nonsense on my dash. UGH. SRSLY. Unfollow me if you want; I’m just calling it like it is.

bellowing-skies:

Let’s have dinner.

First of all, reblogging for the name alone. Then the late era Placebo made me nostalgic. Then just fuck it. Seems like a 14 yr old made mix. Mixed with me at 14. Gross. Totes my thing.

inothernews:

1. Go to Dashboard.
2. See “Find blogs from Twitter and Facebook.  Get started.”
3. Become mildly annoyed.
4. Click “X.”
5. Refresh Dashboard.
6. See “Find blogs from Twitter and Facebook.  Get started.”
7. Become mildly annoyed.
8. Click “X.”
9. Refresh Dashboard.
10. See “Find blogs from Twitter and Facebook.  Get started.”
11. Become mildly annoyed.
12. Click “X.”
13. Refresh Dashboard.
14. See “Find blogs from Twitter and Facebook.  Get started.”
15. Become mildly annoyed.
16. Click “X.”
17. Refresh Dashboard.
18. See “Find blogs from Twitter and Facebook.  Get started.”
19. Become mildly annoyed.
20. Click “X.”
21. Refresh Dashboard.
22. See “Find blogs from Twitter and Facebook.  Get started.”
23. Become mildly annoyed.
24. Click “X.”
25. Refresh Dashboard.
26. See “Find blogs from Twitter and Facebook.  Get started.”
27. Become mildly annoyed.
28. Click “X.”
29. Turn off computer.
30. Drop it out window, careful to avoid hitting people walking on sidewalk.

Andy Warhol, Green Car Crash (or Green Burning Car I)

Andy Warhol - The Death and Disaster Series

I almost left the house without shoes. Which, actually, would have been fine, I change into “appropriate” shoes I keep at work. Except for the bike ride. That might have been awkward.

I live in Philly, not Portland.