Hooray for pants!  Not really, but…Ok. I just realized I can’t pull off wearing shorts as well as I used to.  Well, at all.  It makes me look like a dangerously overfilled water balloon walking around on two straws.  I’m not even remotely suggesting I won’t wear them ever again, but I get it now.  I look fucking ridiculous.  I’ll check after I’ve trimmed down[1][2] but I think I might have just hit the point in my life where I’m too old to wear shorts.  Dammit!  This sucks.  Today was going good too…

[1]: Major dietary changes have, are and will be going on. More information on that at some later date.

[2]: I really need to learn how to do footnotes in tumblr.

Le rawrrr…or would that be den rawrrr?  Thank you google translate!

Lifegoal no. 35 Read David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest on my Blackberry’s 360x400 pixel display.

An alcoholic, passive aggressive and e-thugging former landlord of mine evicted me via myspace years ago.  He is the paragon of proper communication skills compared to RIM.  Just sayin’…

#Lifegoal no. 43 Learn how to shuffle…and subsequently be the creepy old guy shuffling as the kids run in terror/point and laugh.

I’ll get all of my social networking sites in working order someday.  I have a few things higher up on my list of priorities at the moment and sadly I think being a vengeful prick is one of em.

Ann-Margrock

iliketinythings:

Gotta keep our tiny ego in check

theduty:

NEVER FORGET.

Somewhere Whitney Houston is mumbling “The Greastest Love of All” after taking a hit of rock cocaine.  We’re all DOOOMED!

natashaleggero:

Minors review cigarettes.

sirmitchell:

BLASPHEMY!