What you need to know about the Caps
I was trying to explain why our team is awesome to a friend…and this is what I came up with.
Well this is perfectly adorable.
April 2011
13 posts
I couldn't sleep...
cuz of Dayquil and am now having a twitter conversation with one of the A’s starting pitchers. Yeah. This makes sense.
And no, it’s not some fever dream.
"It doesn't fit into a person's mouth because it is eating-disorder food. It is food for people whose ideas of pleasure and vice are so twisted up that they can't imagine a sweet treat of normal proportions, something a person might eat two or three of (for breakfast, maybe) without feeling nauseated." →
slate.com
tom scocca on why so many cupcakes being sold today are totally vile. (hint: too much frosting. like, WAY TOO MUCH.)
(ht Ally)
Read this earlier today and I totally agree. My mother and I have a constant battling of too much frosting. Her in the “use more!” camp and me firmly in a “thin coating to enhance the cake!” camp. This is also why I hate all these trendy effing cupcake places. First of all $4 for a motherfreacking cupcake? I’ll go home and make a whole batch of edible ones for that much. Secondly: I DO NOT LIKE CLOYINGLY SWEET CRAP STUCK TO THE ROOF OF MY MOUTH! Knock it off with the pound of frosting per cupcake thing already! Sheesh!
16 Candles
There’s a scene in Sixteen Candles (which, by the by, is my go to life advice movie) where Farmer Ted asks Samantha Baker to make out with him in the half car of shop class while the dance goes on outside. She says that him asking her isn’t as crazy as why she won’t.
That’s how I feel right now. I am known for hooking up. This is my THING. Apparently. I guess. But I’m trying to change that. And in changing that, I’m dodging phone calls at 3 a.m. Not because I don’t want to hook up, which I actually don’t, but because I’m holding out for the celebrity in my head. Yeah. That’s flipping ridiculous. And maybe I don’t mean that literally, maybe I just mean that I want something better and more real and deserve more than a 3 a.m. phone call that has nothing attached to it.
Or maybe I literally mean I want to date said famous person.
Who knows.
Tattoos
There is a kinda nerdy hipster type I see at my gym every so often. He has a tattoo of a T-Rex on his right bicep that is surrounded by script saying “Nothing lasts forever.” I think it’s pretty epic.
Odd
Twitter conversation with the LSU center who was seven years old when I started college? After I made a metaphysics joke about where “there” was? Nope. Not even a little weird.
It never ceases to amaze me just how small the world has gotten and how you have these interactions with virtual strangers because of common interests. How you “meet” people in ways that fifteen years ago, let alone fifty, would have been unimaginable. Once upon a time you were limited to your community, how far you could take a horse, then a train, then a bus or a car, finally a plane. And now? We can define the community by simply logging on.
Even weirder is that I started following this kid TODAY after it came to my attention that through certain circumstances I was following a ton of Florida fans/players/reporters and my allegiance to LSU was slipping. So I searched out the players and staff at my alma mater and now I’m chatting with some kid in Baton Rouge who plays for my football team.
So very weird.
“I am driving a Mercedes CLS55. As for a dream car? I don’t really have one. I like mine.
The fastest I ever drove? About 160. Ovechkin and I were actually driving together on a highway at around 1 a.m. He was in his car, and I was in mine.” —
The fastest I ever drove? About 160. Ovechkin and I were actually driving together on a highway at around 1 a.m. He was in his car, and I was in mine.” —
Alex Semin (via everydayhockey)
oh good lord.
(via ashleybrookesemin)
This is why I can’t be rich or famous. I would do sh*t like this ALL. THE. TIME. I mean, why not go 160 on the highway at 1 a.m.? There are almost zero consequences (yes, death, I realize: DEATH, but it’s hard not to feel a little invincible, isn’t it?) I already do fairly stupid sh*t as it is, being the daughter of cops in a city where that means something. Could you imagine if you added money or fame on top of that? It’d be a disaster. But a fantastically awesome disaster. So yeah. We’ll chalk that up to why I’m not currently rich and/or famous…
