January 2012
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While all of tumblr is in a kerfuffle about...
I can’t make a photo post (or maybe even this post) from tumblr’s iPhone app. Is there a missing e iPhone app?
Helping A Friend Move
dielaughing:
If I find out you are moving, I will show up to help whether you asked me to or not. I will also try and touch everything you own at least once, maybe sniff or lick it, possibly rub it on my crotch a few times; whatever I think is going to let you know that I’m a true friend who is there for you.
I think I’ll just move myself next time.
You are not that strong.
“You are stronger than you think,” people tell you, and you stop short of screaming in their stupid faces that they are stupid, but only just.
“Strength,” you want to say, “is what you see when you look at me, but what I am looking at is a very steep precipice, and I can see no reason not to hurl myself off it. Metaphorically, of course. Don’t worry about me,...
You can't take it anymore. You send a text.
“I can’t take it anymore. I can’t be here.”
Minutes later, a response: “I’m on my way.” And then, he is there, and you didn’t know it was possible to make the drive that quickly. To be fair, time passes quickly when you are crying in the fetal position. And you are in his car, in your pajamas, and he is saying, “I wondered how long...
Daddy didn't have a good time yesterday.
“She just ignored me. She doesn’t care.” How do I answer that? That kind of eloquence is rare for him, and I’d love to be able to dismiss it, but I have to take what he says at face value. And all I can do is say “I’m sorry, Daddy. She does care. She’s just confused.”
Why does she even bother?
Just FYI, I don't drink that swill.
I just thought you guys would like the coaster.
randomness
My sister actually visited Dad today like she said she would, and I’m glad for his sake. All it takes for her to impress me anymore is doing what she says she’ll do, even when that isn’t even the bare minimum. I don’t know what to do with myself today, but at least Dad gets to see the kid who he never gets to see anymore. Forgive me if I’m not rushing out to kill a...
I wish just one person had posted this as a...
“Love knows no season, love knows no clime, romance can blossom any old time. Two hearts are thrilling in spite of the chill in the weather.”
Amber Alert →
taemoon:
taemoon:
Richmond, Virginia
seriously, this two year old boy is in the hands of the man who murdered his parents earlier today. please read and pass this on. I don’t care where you live. You have followers.
Being asked NOT to move out might make the top ten...
This house smells like death. I can’t stay here.
Realizing that being asked to move out to make...
Somehow, I find that comforting.
“Sorry, roomie, I’m not going to make rent this month. See, I went down...”
– Me, in about 12 days
My new old me resolution. →
I wanted to put this here again to remind myself.
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PSA: There *are* twelve days of Christmas.
Christmas Day, December 25, is the first day of Christmas. The “twelfth night” is January 5, and the celebration of Christmas actually culminates on January 6 with the Epiphany, or the celebration of the visitation of the Magi to the infant Jesus. I wouldn’t even bother posting this if it were just non-Christians posting stuff about how the hell are there twelve days of Christmas...
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Seriously, me. Oh my god, me. Stop.
Stop crying about babies. Stop crying about babies. Stop crying about babies. Go to sleep. Wait until the morning, after you’ve had a good night’s sleep, and can really give crying the energy it deserves. Stop. Crying. About. Babies.
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“What day is it?”
“Look at your phone.”
“I’d have to quit the app I’m using and open the calendar.”
“You could just lock your screen and press the home button.”
“But then I’d have to unlock it. What day is it?”
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I had a passive-aggressive mother, ex-husband, and...
Abuse comes in many forms, and I’m not putting up with it any longer. From. Anyone.
I’m going to leave this here so I don’t forget it.
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I haven’t been tumbling cause I haven’t been running, and that’s silly, because my self-improvement campaign wasn’t limited to running.
Tendonitis hurts. It hurts a lot and I hate it. I bought a compression sleeve thingy tonight and it seems to be helping. (I have been wearing it for all of an hour. Placebos, I will take them.)
Dad was super understanding about my being...
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I've diagnosed my foot.
It’s posterior tibial tendonitis, which in layman’s terms is my foot fucking hurts and I can’t fucking run until it’s better. I should be immobilizing it as much as possible, but haha, I can’t, which probably means a longer recovery time than I’d be looking at if I could make, say, a walking cast and/or crutches materialize.
It could be worse. I was a little...
I ran a half mile and yeah my foot is still fucked. Remember when I had health insurance and every injury didn’t feel like the end of the world? Lol!
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24:33, 2.19 miles.
Plenty.
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1.5 miles in 14:56.
I didn’t want to run at all today. I made a deal with myself to just go a mile, knowing it’d be better than not going at all, and it was easier to talk myself into that than a longer run. If I’d said to myself, “just two (or three) miles” I might not have laced up my shoes at all tonight and then I would have felt horrible for breaking this promise to myself. If...
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