I remain the mayor of The Oasis which probably has the worst food in all of Austin. But damnit I will still take all visitors there for the view and majestic-ness of it.
Relationship Status: GET OFF ME.
I’ve never understood girls who were in the dark about their engagement, waiting on someone else to dictate a decision about the rest of their life. Marriage is the most mutual decision there is, and I will damn well know when it’s time for someone to put a blood diamond on my finger. I’m in love, but I’m not in a hurry.
But it’s safe to say that this is the most selfish time of my life, and I’m incredibly grateful for it. Years from now, when I’m up feeding a baby in the middle of the night, I’ll be at peace, knowing that I gave myself time to grow up, and figure out what I wanted out of life and who I wanted to be.
THIS! Go read the whole thing.
I love Ginger Ale. It is up there in my favorite drink list. Possibly right behind orange soda. But this one is soo gross. It tastes like a hospital. I feel like I’m drinking a nurse’s scrubs. Color me dissapointed.
This dream is for Lacey
Last night, I dreamt that Q and I were in a cab, and the driver had been a PA for Law and Order, and Law and Order SVU (sadly, not CI). Anyway, we asked her tons of questions about the show, the actors, etc. I even texted Lacey to see if there was anything she wanted us to ask. Ha!
I could not even tell you how many dreams I have that are Law & Order related. It’s really sad how much I watch that show. I even told my roommate that I might be depressed. When she asked why, I told her that every time I go to record a new L&O, I realize that I’ve already seen it and that is the worst feeling ever.
<3 <3 <3 <3
I woke up in the middle of the night with this text from Chad. I didn’t send anything back because I was way too tired, but apparently not too tired to screenshot it.
“More Americans get their news via text messages from Lacey than from any other source”
Don’t bother pulling up CNN.com, just text me and I’ll tell you what’s up!
(via fencehopping:fatmanatee:)
Perfection.
Alright, had to reblog since I did giggle out loud (gol’d) for more than 5 seconds.
Stretching
I have been trying to stretch more, and I’ve noticed that one of my legs seems to be way more flexible than the other. After sharing this revelation with my roommate, she said it’s the same with her legs. My left leg/hamstring seems to stretch more than my right leg/hamstring. I just want to see if this is common or not. Can you do this stretch on each leg and tell me if you can reach farther with one side? Answer the following two questions:
1. Which side (if either) could you reach farther on?
2. Are you right handed or left handed?
Sweet, sweet rain!!
GPOYW using office supplies
Hot air balloon crash kills pilot
This is the news article from the NY Times in 1989 of the Hot Air Balloon incident I referred to. Also, to get my mom’s full report of the events, read my comment here.
hurricane-k:redpajamas:wordplay:lovepuppy: playnice:The largest hot-air balloon gathering in the world&8222; Chambley, France / gbatistini on vi.sualize.us
When I see hot air balloons, my thoughts always turn to death. Something about waking up early when I was 4 years old, riding in the backseat of my parents’ van to the Baton Rouge Balloon Festival to see our neighbor fly in one, and then watching as he falls to his death. At least I THINK that’s why.
I will never find it romantic to be in one of these death mobiles.
My mom is very computer literate for her age group. However, she still manages to use the Subject of the email to put her entire message. This prompted me to start a new label.
Happy asshole, Monday!
- Chad to me
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