Twenty-One Years Coming To An End →
(via pocketcontents) I don’t know if I told you that I was with my dad when he lost his cancer battle. sitting at his bedside, holding his hand & wishing it would be over for him while feeling terrible guilt for wishing that while missing him before he was even gone. it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever lived through. but I cannot imagine if it had been my life partner. my...
someone with my same first initial and same last...
I get confirmations for all sorts of stuff for him. today it’s flight itinerary. memphis to charlotte to jacksonville on Monday. no return. includes his phone number. who wants to call him?
sokeri asked: why have you never asked people to fill your askhole?
I have a few. like 7 or 8 I think. don’t make me count. some have been posted here already. some have been seen in person by some of you. each of them mark a point in my life or a person who changed me. only one of those is for a person still living and it is the one least likely to been seen by a stranger. unless they get really lucky.
I don’t know what your deal is, but get some fucking therapy and quit wreaking...– Dear Coke Talk: On another crazy bitch.
ok so it looks like I have more girls wanting to... →
sigh, if only I liked kissing girls.
-1984-deactivated20120416 asked: What is your favorite lipstick? Have you ever done up your lips in roaring 20's style with ox-blood color? I did once, it was pretty sweet.
ok but really.
who wants to be my secret internet boyfriend? if you’re embarrassed to admit it here, you can just email me. if you can’t figure out my email address, you’re too stupid to be my secret internet boyfriend.
a conversation with my mother
mom: we were watching The Blind Side and I just feel so sorry for... uh...
mom: it's just terrible. I want her to date A Rod. (my mom, matchmaker to the stars) I think they'd make a nice couple. he has kids and he's always on the road like she is. I want them to hook.
me: you mean "hook up"?
mom: yeah hook up. uh-oh Trixie (her dog) just came to check on me, I'm in trouble now, I better get back to the movie
paulewogblog: Jeff Buckley covering Leonard...
some of you don't think things through enough.
some of you think too fucking much.
No for reals.
You guys should be super thankful this Tumblr thing wasn’t around back when I was doing a lot of coke. Or that I don’t do it anymore. Whatever. I’d be posting a lot more. I had a lot of really important stuff to say. Really important.
inthefade: Victoria Jackson is batshit insane. More here oh, how I wish Victoria Jackson was really just pulling an Andy Kaufman. that would be brilliant.
Lee Majors is now the spokesperson for a Bionic...
“and it won’t cost you six million dollars”
wait. which sunday?
me: did you mean this coming sunday or the following sunday?
them: next sunday.
An important service alert for @poeks
things that keep me up at night.
how do *you* say the word COMPARABLE?
dear guy I haven't talked to in a decade:
it’s cool that we found each other on facebook - ok I found you. you accepted my friend request, we haven’t had any other interaction. and that’s fine, it’s just nice to know you’re there, right? but maybe you might want to consider a simple “hey how the hell are you what’s up?” before suggesting I become a fan of your band that I’ve never...
a 20something friend asks my advice about...
HIM: k. I'll try that. how do you know everything?
ME: I know everything because I'm OLD.
my new favorite word.
on salads and martha stewart.
@sokeri: @ahugeproduction: I make a halfway decent salad dressing, and all of a sudden @MarthaStewart is following me? Wait ‘til you see my toast recipe! dude, just because you tossed a salad or two does not mean you dressed it.
yes. yes you do. now, where did I put my ticket? ...
this bed is not big enough for me and my laptop and all of my pillows and books and favorite blankets. the bed that I own, the bed that belongs to me, the bed in storage waiting for me to get on with my life already, that bed is big enough. but sometimes, either bed seems too big for just me.