fuck you dogsitting. i won’t give you all the grisly play by play, but let’s just say that day one of watching my boyfriend’s parents dog is NOT going according to plan. cliff’s notes version- i woke up on the couch at 6:45 (after a solid 3ish hours of sleep), and spent my morning getting dragged around town sniffing every pee puddle in town (view inset of demon dog sniffing sketchy street futon), and writing thank you notes to my neighbors for not calling the cops on us after the 2 am barkfest. FUCK.
but anyway, i’m a ridiculous mess, and it’s all i could do all day to remain seated upright in my chair for 8 hours. so sorry, the pickthrough this week is bit late and a bit (completely) all over the place.
uh oh, maybe trader joes move to portland is more sinster than we thought?
one girl. one year. one dress. one of the most brilliant projects i’ve ever seen.
finally, a comprehensive volume on the history/socio-economic impact of poop.
i’m not proud of my negative net worth, but i don’t think it’s healthy to be obsessed with it. living in your parent’s house? at 30? in a twin bed? i’ll take debt thank you.
the most amazing childhood toy you never had. (or if you did, i want to punch you)
seriously, who has a livejournal anymore? although… if you’re going to have a livejournal about something, it better be about all things creamed, chipped, and suspended in jello.
sassy, amazing, touching, brilliant. everyone, meet the irreverent widow.
a good christian’s guide to stripping.
vegans & vegetarians, arm yourselves! it’s time for some defensive omnivore BINGO!
hipsters beware! you’ll never know it’s happening until the transformation is complete.
broke 207 