2. sunday

  3. gpoy

    (Source: flickr.com, via dingo)


  4. fitted sheets are my nemesis

    This might have been in Alaska. I might have been 6 or 7. In any case I have a memory of staying in a hotel room with my grandparents. The cleaning lady entered while we were still in the room. My grandparents didn’t speak English so I had to translate. She was very friendly and walked me through all the steps of making a bed. I remember that she demonstrated how to fold a corner of a top sheet (what the hell are top sheets anyway, white people are so weird) in under the mattress, perfectly crisp. Then she tried to make me do one. I failed terribly. She still gave me a quarter as a tip. My grandfather tried to actually tip her but she wouldn’t accept it. I remember him following the lady up and down the hallway with bills in his hand while she laughingly yelled at him in half Spanish and half English. I don’t know if she ever accepted the money. I’m still terrible at making beds.

  5. wtfevolution:

    "So I made some carnivorous mammals.”

    "Uh huh."

    "And I made some carnivorous birds.”

    "You did indeed."

    "And I made some carnivorous fishes, and carnivorous reptiles, and even carnivorous bog plants.”

    "I know, evolution. Those were nice."

    "Well, I’ve got a new one."


    "Carnivorous… potatoes!”

    "I’m sorry?"

    "Carnivorous potatoes! They’ll have, like, tiny, sticky hairs to trap the little mites that crawl by underground. Then the mites die, and the potato can absorb their nutrients.”

    "Are you serious?"

    "Of course I’m serious." 

    "Death by potato?" 

    "That’s the idea." 

    "I’m… not really sure what to say to that."

    "Sometimes inspiration just strikes me, you know?"

    Source: Wikimedia Commons / Bmerva / licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0

  6. hack day selfie


  7. jennhasablog:


    by jenn bane

    you’d be amazed at how many people don’t know how to write customer service emails. that’s OK, no one’s perfect. if you have a problem with a thing you ordered online, here is how to get that problem fixed as quickly as…

  8. peoplewholooklikejustin:

    Horses who look like Justin


  9. marathoned BoJack Horseman and now I’m in a weird mood

    When M and I broke up I cried for 3 days and left the office to go home at random times between 3-5pm. The second night of all this was S’s birthday at the Dalloway. I texted her asking how dark the bar was and also I was going to be late because M had sent me an email and I had started crying again and it was going to be a minute. When I finally pulled myself together and showed up the bar was coincidentally having a colored glow stick bracelet party. Green for single, orange for taken, purple for DTF. So which one are you, asked the hostess at the front door. DTF, I replied, eyes probably bloodshot. I couldn’t yet append the ‘single’ label to myself. I had forgotten this happened until S brought it up recently as an example of what a trooper I can be.

    I really hate it when people value supposed ‘rational’ arguments over ‘emotional’ ones. Feelings are what make us human. Humanity is a beautiful thing. My mother used to do this all the time. I say ‘used to’ because I don’t talk very much to her anymore so I wouldn’t really know if she still does this. Who are you to tell me what I’m feeling isn’t valid or even REAL because you are coming from a different lived experience (who am I to tell you the same)? If you are feeling a feeling it matters that you are feeling it and it is real because you are feeling it. And how do you know you are not resorting to rationality and logic in an attempt to bury your emotions (hint I think you are)? 

    It’s been over a year and I finally feel nothing — a nothingness full of possibility. I think I’m ready, I’ve typed over and over again, just to delete it, but I’m not just going to think it anymore. I am ready.

  10. (Source: mandarincloud, via alohi-lani)

  11. do you like it riesling


  12. "Bring water to a boil, add salt, then add macaroni and leave boiling on light fire until half tender; drain water through a colander, add butter and start putting macaroni back into the pot in layers – layer of macaroni, some grated Parmesan and some vegetable sauce, macaroni again and so on until you run out of macaroni. Put the pot on the edge of the stove, cover with a lid and let it rest in light fire until the macaroni are soft and tender. Shake the pot occasionally to prevent them from burning."