Today in ominous hand-written signs found two blocks from where I live.
Gonna go dance myself clean…
what if my walls looked like this?
Seriously, what if my walls looked like this?
The last movie I watched was Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World, so if being an ass-kicking, indie-rocking loverboy is my destiny, SO BE IT.
(Source: astroextensionist, via grantimatter)
I have new glasses now. Now I need to get a haircut.
Seriously? Men are buying these things? Wearing them?
Is this a weird joke?
“Finally the Canadian Maple glaze: This was good. This was seriously good. This was can-someone-please-oil-up-Michael-Buble-and-have-him-sent-to-my-bed-covered-in-it good.” — I happened upon this horrifying sentence on a food-oriented blog after idly Googling “Canadian Maple donut” because Vicky and I were talking about them. If you didn’t know, Canadian Maple donuts at Tim Hortons are the best donuts ever invented. It’s like a Boston Creme donut, but instead of chocolate frosting, it has maple frosting. Brilliant!
Is it weird that one of the more flattering photos of me taken recently has a chicken finger in the foreground, and I’m eating a sandwich? Photo by Lia, chicken by Hill Country.