inothernews: “I am a Spanish genius! In español, my nickname is ‘el tigre chino’! Because my knowledge will bite her face off. So don’t question Señor Chang, or you’ll get bit. Ya BIT!” Community Brilliant.  Don’t fuck this up, NBC. Click for high-res photo

inothernews:

“I am a Spanish genius! In español, my nickname is ‘el tigre chino’! Because my knowledge will bite her face off. So don’t question Señor Chang, or you’ll get bit. Ya BIT!”

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Brilliant.  Don’t fuck this up, NBC.

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Magnet - Last Day of Summer

(Whoops, meant to post this yesterday. Too busy enjoying it to be sad about it.)

My favorite paragraph.

From the article Kid Cannabis, in Rolling Stone.

Later that summer, Nate broke both of his arms in a dirt-bike accident and moved in with Buffy. “That was a bad time,” she recalls. “Nate’s arms were in casts. I was recovering from my surgery.” She fluffs her breasts as a visual aid. “And my cat Titty Bar Bob had broken his back, and he got addicted to these painkillers. He’d crawl up the sides of the wall to get to them. It was a weird summer.”

(via Kottke)

The full weight of what happened on Sunday is finally sinking in. If I had not swerved, if I had not seen him coming, I would not be typing these words. As per usual after an accident, I am a nervous wreck behind the wheel now. Everyone is coming in my lane. Everyone is running red lights. Every intersection is where it will happen again. I cannot put in to words how grateful I am to have walked away from this. My airbags did not deploy and if the crash had been any worse…. Thank you to Curtis. It has been only a month and you take care of me as if it has been forever. Thank you, Mom and Dad. Ever, ever. Thanks, friends. Always. Click for high-res photo

The full weight of what happened on Sunday is finally sinking in. If I had not swerved, if I had not seen him coming, I would not be typing these words. As per usual after an accident, I am a nervous wreck behind the wheel now. Everyone is coming in my lane. Everyone is running red lights. Every intersection is where it will happen again.

I cannot put in to words how grateful I am to have walked away from this. My airbags did not deploy and if the crash had been any worse….


Thank you to Curtis. It has been only a month and you take care of me as if it has been forever.

Thank you, Mom and Dad. Ever, ever.

Thanks, friends. Always.

Well, I think it's safe to say goodbye to The Freestyle. A "gentleman" with a permanently suspended license assisted me in totaling it this morning.

thebarmaiden:

(via speakno)

Oh, that sucks! Are you okay?

I’m all shook up. Hi, Elvis. I got to ride in a police car for the first time in my life. My back is very sore. My brain is in overload. The Prime Minister is too far away to give me a hug, but he is on his way. I am sad. I loved that car. I was supposed to help a friend who gave birth to her 3rd child today. The man was driving a church van. I narrowly missed getting T-Boned on my side of the car. I am experiencing verbal vomit right now. This sucks.

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Well, I think it's safe to say goodbye to The Freestyle. A "gentleman" with a permanently suspended license assisted me in totaling it this morning.

Even Salt Lake City has lovely decay.

Even Salt Lake City has lovely decay.

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inothernews:

grace-notes:

Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning
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Aspens in the afternoon.

Aspens in the afternoon.

I might have to start a series of diner tablescapes.

I might have to start a series of diner tablescapes.

Sundance bike.

Sundance bike.

toldorknown: Pygmy Goat Kids are the new Tiny Owls via www.crosswyndfarms.com It was always Goats.

toldorknown:

Pygmy Goat Kids are the new Tiny Owls

via www.crosswyndfarms.com

It was always Goats.

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Salt Lake City is cooler than you. Think.

Salt Lake City is cooler than you. Think.

Idaho daisies.

Idaho daisies.

I can smell you on my skin. I can hear the crickets chirping and see the stars shining over the pool. I close my eyes and see your lip pouting while you concetrate. The palm of my hand is empty without the graze of your fingertips. I want to say those words. For now, they are echoing in my bones.