A few additional and hopefully final thoughts on Sarah Palin - Erick’s blog - RedState
Why was I reading RedState? Because I like to cause myself pain.
Brings a whole new meaning to that, “It came from Wasilla,” headline, doesn’t it, headless body of Agnew?
Discovery - So Insane
Why am I enjoying this song? Because I had an extended conversation with my mom about drugs last night and then we watched Showgirls. Because this is my life now.
Showgirls. Yeah.
Princeton Junction Station, 6:12 am
Blackberry, Blackberry, Blackberry, newspaper, newspaper, Blackberry, man looking anxious at the yawning emptiness of existence, Blackberry, newspaper, Blackberry.Foucault you, too
My mom and I were just talking about when she was a hippie and drove through France to get to some commune in Spain where all she did was take Speed for three weeks.
Good to know.
“I was the only one with any French, so I asked this cop outside of Paris how to get to Versailles. He gave me directions then gratuitously insulted my accent.’ “
“That happened to me,” I said, “only it was a waiter who insulted me.”
“Par-don?” my mom asked.
“I was in a café, and I asked for a chocolat chaud,” I explained. “The waiter then told me that c’est pas shuhcuhlah chaud, c’est shohcohlah chaud. Then he made me repeat it after him until he was satisfied. I was mortified.”
What was my mother’s response to this? “At least I was on drugs.”
(Spoon: another band my aunt and I can agree on, even when we can’t agree on anything else.)
I want to marry Once.
Such a pretty movie.
I’ll find a way, Once. We’ll be together somehow.
The End of the World--for ancient Greeks
Some temple somewhere
Temple at the top of a mountain
A valley we hiked to
I went to Greece when I was 15. Here are some of the photos.
I actually studied Modern Greek for four years in high school. All I can remember how to say now is, “Hello, my name is Leah” (Yassas, me lene Leah).
All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.
I used to produce tons of “actual content” here, instead of just adding snarky comments to a series of quotations or pictures.
Then again, I used to do more with my life than ingest the internet.
I suppose this mea culpa is geared more towards those of you who actually know me — and have not a clue that Tumblrs tend to produce a different kind of content than blogs hosted elsewhere — not those who are part of the Tumblr Community (you goddamn enablers, you).
In truth, I doubt anyone wants to hear my thoughts on anything particularly serious at the moment. If such a person exists, he should feel free to look through the archives here.
In fact, I just did, and was struck that I’d written this:
“Because being single in your twenties sucks. Because there are worse ways to kill an evening than by letting someone you sort-of like see you without your clothes on.”
So true, Leah of December ‘08! I hereby submit the following list of worse ways to kill an evening:
- Talking to people
- Drinking with people
- Drinking alone
- Watching political coverage
- Having a cyst rupture
- Explaining to your parents that you can’t fix their internet
- Reading any of the Twilight books
- Taking a Percocet and watching Lost (actually, this one is a tossup)
They live in the house by the lake. She does her Web work from home, he’s taken a new job, as a psychotherapist, a half-hour commute away.
“Every day when I leave for work, she says, ‘Drive safely,’ ” Mr. James said. “It warms my heart.”
“Does it really?” Ms. Daija asked.
“That anyone cares,” Mr. James said.
”Generation B - Generation B - Online Ethnic Matchmaking - NYTimes.com
I know this is supposed to be cute, but I just find it soul-crushingly depressing.
