We So, So, So Fcking Win.
New Proopcast From the Fortress of Proopitood
Dick Allen, Charley Pride, Carol Sutton, Bee Gees, Vaccine Hero Katalin Karikó, Jennifer on the Mic.
Olha a car de sofrimento gente,kkk
Of course, if you look on the bright side at least you’ll be able to see your mistakes in better detail due to superior lighting
The price of the electricity is only half the journey anyway
I like this blog, it’s kinda this semi-permeable form of a stream of consciousness that tends to drip magical electronic raindrops that don’t really begin or end anywhere but they tend to drift along and help me double-check whether or not my pulse still has the classic undertones of where I’ve been and where I’m going.
All I ask is that you don’t forget that there’s always more than meets the eye but if we ever really want to find out why the glow is subtly shimmering from beneath the surface then maybe you can take my hand and we can discover the torchlit clouds that divulge a few more secrets the longer we sit in silence that feels surprisingly comfortable and much more like a summer day than twenty thousand feet above sea level; not that that’d be a particularly bad thing but more like a blend of cotton and something just as soft as the carpet in those luxurious mansions that tend to hide entire rooms full of libraries instead of the cold wonder that lifts you up and up but still makes you feel like you’re millions of miles away from our home planet.
Home is still home.
In all honesty, the only issue (if you really want to call it that, because it almost feels like giving up slightly) is that when home is where you feel comfortable, the general consensus is that home should be somewhere other than the cable connecting me to my music.
…when the eastern countries first joined in, the song contest was dying. A German tv executive was quoted calling it “a decomposing something in the basement of television” and we will never know how close the cancellation of the whole thing was in the mid-90’s. The countries of the East brought in something the contest had lacked for a few years; enthusiasm, the will to win, the ambition to show yourself in the best possible light.
… he’s got a system and replaces the ones already up there depending on the style of song. Apparently “Eurovision pop” gets a purple Post-It. Hopefully there’ll be an updated photo in a few months’ time where the wall is covered in purple.
We were driving home from Best By and she goes “what is it called when you contact someone on Tumblr? Do you tumble them? Tumblrize them?” Welcome to living with my mom.
I guess it’s time to really Tumblrize.
do you ever just lie in bed in the morning and think “I’m hungry” but you don’t want to get up so you just lay there starving.
If you didn’t spend your childhood “skating” around on the kitchen floor in your new Christmas socks, you did it wrong.
My room needs to tumblrize itself.
I’m thinking of dedicating a Dave’s post to the biggest fan from the activity. Should I do this ? what do you guys think ? if yes, should it be fan of the week or fan of the day?
Me, all day yesterday. And the day before.
Oh, don’t pretend you don’t do that.
I’m going to start a dating website where you can only use your baby photos, not current photos. That way you are judging your potential mate based on how cute your babies will be.
I read once that your brain can only picture faces that you’ve seen before, it can’t create new ones in your mind. So when you dream about someone you don’t know, it’s someone you have seen before but maybe you don’t know them personally. Maybe you saw them in passing at the grocery store, or on the road as you passed in opposite directions. You glanced over at the car next to you at the red light, smiled at each other, and punched the gas as soon as the light turned green because somehow the eye contact just felt awkward.
I’ve also been told that when you’re lying awake, that means someone’s dreaming about you.
Maybe the one sneaking into my dreams at night is just that person. Perhaps the one who smiled knowingly when he saw me singing Ice, Ice, Baby at the top of my lungs by myself in the car. He’s lying awake, wondering why he can’t sleep.
Maybe when I’m lying awake, someone is dreaming of me and trying to figure out why. He knows he should find me, but can’t quite figure out where to start. Instead, he just wakes up with that feeling like he’s missing something, unable to put his finger on it.
Maybe he’s the same one that steals into my sleepy thoughts. Makes me laugh and takes me on a wild goose chase. The one who leaves me when I wake and haunts me during the day.
Maybe one day we’ll find each other and it will all make sense. Or maybe we’ll never even know.
Until then, I’ll see you in my dreams.
I’d like to take a moment to talk to you about my favorite condiment:
Okay, I just discovered this a couple months ago. I mean, I’m a huge fan of sweet relish and I used it on every hamburger, hot dog, sandwich, whatever. But then, OH YES, then I was introduced to dill relish.
I don’t really know how to explain it except for saying that it tastes like happiness, unicorns, and the feeling you get when you’re holding a sleeping baby.
If you’ve never tried it, I’m very sorry and I recommend you run to your nearest Safeway/Fred Meyer/Walmart or wherever the heck you buy your groceries and ask them to point you in the direction of the dill relish. You will not regret it. It will take your ballpark faves to a new level.