It’s not like I thought there’d be vast amber waves of jobs waiting for me after my first year of college
But I’m not even trying to find like a fulfilling career-type job
I just need some shitty task that’ll net me money
What is this
Why isn’t the only qualification necessary for all jobs “being a total delight”? Because I’ve got that down
This is the face I make during the entirety — every single second — of “Once More, With Feeling”
EDIT: this is the real face. I don’t think the other one capture the wonder mixed with the euphoria
On July 18th I’m going to see Best Coast with Jill
but then July 18th is the one night that Shut Up and Play the Hits is playing in Boston
oh, woe is me
In the lyrics of pop songs, sort of change all instances of “baby” to “babies” and “you, baby” to “your babies”
to wit:
“it’s hard to look right at your babies, but here’s my number, call me maybe”
“I love your babies, and if that’s quite alright I need your babies to warm my lonely night”
sometimes I just pretend it’s 4:50 in the morning and the radio station is only lit by the buttons on the switchboard and Speegz and I are spinning Cocteau Twins vinyl and the world outside is standing still
It says that ‘based on my preferences’ I’d enjoy Mad Men
Oh! What gave you that idea, Netflix? Was it the fact that I’m watching Mad Men on Netflix all of the goddamn time? Why doesn’t it just say “based on the fact that you’re subscribed to Netflix, we think you’d like to subscribe to Netflix”?
So my mother has a brother, who has two daughters. My uncle Peter, his wife and these two daughters (ages 18 and 21) all live in Oregon. I don’t see them much, mostly because they live so far away.
However, the senior of these two cousins (Kate) and her newly minted husband (Thomas, or TJ, as he likes to be called, or Teej, as he more likes to be called) have been roadtripping across America for some reason. And now they’re in Massachusetts and are going to be staying in my home for, in the words of my mother, “a week or two.”
Worth mentioning now: both of my cousins are born-again Christians and they’re both married (including the eighteen-year-old one).
Also in the words of my mother: “Be nice to them. And don’t curse. And don’t say anything mean about God, they’ll freak out.”
I sense a farce coming on
but not like “I should’ve been alive during the sixties” or like “I’d be much more at home in the Jazz Age” or any of that shit
I just should’ve been born in like 1989 or 1990
I feel like I’d my life and thoughts would make much more sense if I was like 21 or 22 or something
“I think your plan is a piece of shit.”
