The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Gallery

Nerdy roving museo with an unfinished manuscript and a heart of muscle.

This account is still dead, but I logged out of Tumblr at work and it logged me out at home as well, so now I’m struggling to remember what email address is associated with my main account. I have rediscovered Tumblr accounts I didn’t even realize were still registered!

Anyway, the point of this post is that I decided to check my tracked tags on each account and on this one I’m tracking my surname. Well apparently the stylist for One Direction shares this surname and the entire tag is just, like, pictures of her hanging out with One Direction or text posts about how great she is. It’s weird.

Anyway, usually it’s shitty early 20th century poetry so I guess it takes all kinds to make a world. Or a tag. Whatever.

HI AND BYE!

This is me, I am here.

It’s not a secret, I just have too many followers here and I don’t want that many! So I’ve decided to decamp to another blog. If you want to follow me there you’re more than welcome. I’ve already followed a bunch of you (and was even going to send messages from this address to let you know I’ve moved) but it was too much work and I’m lazy so this is (maybe) it. 

Tumblr Help: Convos

doctorsprotege:

Hypothetical situation: Say you had a best friend from college (so for like 5ish years) who you were very close to.  Say you had not talked to your best friend for about a month because there was lot going on in your life, and you had been ignoring their calls/invitations/etc.  

Say you then meet up with that friend again under a very trying circumstance where the friend could be pretty mad at you, but the friend is really nice instead.  

Question: What kind of things would you talk about? Would you gloss over “where the hell were you for the last month” and pretend it was all okay? Would you lie? Would you apologize? Talk about the “good old times”?

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Full Disclosure: This is for the purpose of writing a short story. Thoughts?

I fall out of touch with people for months at a time all the time, and I never think of that as weird and therefore I don’t even acknowledge it. I just sort of pick back up? But maybe the OTHER person thinks that’s a strange approach. Might be cool to see two characters approaching the same separation differently. Anyone who approaches human interaction like a normal person have an answer for Kat?



Everybody hates you. Everybody wishes that you were dead. Peter you suck. Peter you suck. Peter your music is fucking terrible. Peter you suck, Peter you suck. You don’t do anything of value. Peter you suck. Go write some music. But instead you sit and write these bullshit songs. It’s so self-loathing. Go see a psychiatrist. I hate the psychiatrist. Go see one anyway. I’M NOT GOING.

Everybody hates you. Everybody wishes that you were dead. Peter you suck. Peter you suck. Peter your music is fucking terrible. Peter you suck, Peter you suck. You don’t do anything of value. Peter you suck. Go write some music. But instead you sit and write these bullshit songs. It’s so self-loathing. Go see a psychiatrist. I hate the psychiatrist. Go see one anyway. I’M NOT GOING.

(via glossylalia)

Tuesday Blues Day

Tuesday is the worst! It hasn’t even really started yet!

Last night around 10pm they (meaning I guess the Department of Transportation) started grating my street, which is an almost entirely residential street. These shenanigans continued until roughly 4am. The actual grating noise wasn’t so bad with my combo of air conditioner and earplugs, but the constant backup beeping noise from the truck kept me awake all fucking night. AWFUL. I got two lovely hours of fitful sleep, and then I got up early enough to go to Starbucks, because my coffee maker is broken. 

Of course, OF COURSE, I spilled my coffee all over the subway platform. I put it down on the seat next to me to get something out of my bag, and it did that “sliding through its own condensation” thing right over the edge and onto the floor. All that beautiful caffeine, gone! And it didn’t seem likely that I would come across another opportunity to buy coffee due to the stupid way the train —> ferry —> train timetable works, and the fact that my 20 minute walk through suburbia passes a bunch of houses with Tea Party lawn signs, but zero stores. Fortunately there was enough time for me to get a cup of coffee from Au Bon Pain before I got my train, but of course their coffee sucks and also they only had tiny cups. Still! I needed it!

And now I haven’t heard back about scheduling this interview on Thursday, and it seems there’s an event I’m supposed to work at on Saturday, and everything is generally awful.

Take the win! What are you so angry about? Yes, government still exists. We still have ‘traffic lights.’ We’re sorry! Not everybody defines freedom as the ability to not pay taxes. Government isn’t perfect, but some people wish it was better, not gone.

Jon Stewart to the Tea Party—The Daily Show August 1 2011

Check out the clip here.

(via wisconsinforward)

(Source: fallen-angel-of-thursday, via wisconsinforward)

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