Yo, you really are a mind-fucking bitch. Recognize that and change the fuck out of your lying, deceptive, and betraying self. Fuck. Just be god damned clear and honest and say what the fuck you mean instead of just lying all the time and being intentionally confusing. It’d really help in the end. You know that if your clear, then everything is fine and we’re on the same page. If you’re not doing that then how the hell can you expect me to judge any kind of situation we’re in accurately? This one minute, that another, back to this, and back to that. FUCK! Jesus, just use your fucking words to let me know which it is.
This is seriously my favorite version of my favorite Christmas tune. I really wish it was much longer. But ‘repeat’ does the job well enough.
For the unlearned, it’s Mindy White (from Lydia) and Anthony Green (from Circa Survive, early SAOSIN, Zolof The Rock And Roll Destroyer, The Sound Of Animals Fighting, and solo work) singing “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.”
Some of the fan ready for dinner (Taken with instagram)
My world is spinning unpleasantly.
I have a song stuck in my head. Help me figure it out please! Saxophone solo.
GREAT! now it’s stuck in my head too! Fuck! It’s so familiar. Help!!
Realized I didn’t share this here. I dig it.
If I make it there…
Super Mario World…I kick your ass
Literal mindfuck
via i.imgur.com
I just right now realized that I have a book that was written by a Cathy Scott. Of course this Cathy Scott wrote a book about Tupac that we had to get for our “Apocalyptic Rhetoric” English class from Penn State - Abington five years ago. The best class I ever took by the way, nothing like earning credits for learning about Tupac and comparing his writing and life to that of other popular (and unpopular) artists and movements.
Yes, I just referenced a Dane Cook joke. I hate myself for it as much as you do. Just realized you can make your whole meal fries at Burger King.
That’s just awesome.
Vonnegut is my favorite author, and has written the one quote that I would ever want tattooed on my body.
-frankabagnale:rewritten:stonymcgiver:
Kurt Vonnegut photographed by Jill Krementz
One of the best days of my life was meeting him. He came to talk at a library here since he was from Indiana. And I listened to every bit of his speech. Afterwards he was leaving but I got a big hug from him and a week later he died. I love you, Vonnegut forever and ever.
I love this man so much.
You never have a bad time bowling with friends. Even if you’re not bowling.
I would love to travel like him…