December 2010
7 posts
“You know, it’s not like I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I just can’t pick. I don’t know what I don’t want to be.”
“Why pick? Just try a lot of things. Who said you could only be one thing?”
“Oh, I guess you have a point. Maybe I shou—”
“No, I was kidding; you’re fucked. So, Cool Ranch or...
Fireland: Say Whatever →
fireland:
— Daddy? — Who is this. — Father, I’m at the Blockbuster. — Blockbuster? — Yeah I need some movie advice. — OK well step one is you leave Blockbuster immediately. They don’t even have NC-17 movies there. — I don’t know what that means. — You don’t need to worry about what it means. But it…
Watchdelawareschool:
This is an example of a flourishing child. His second creation.
Like he’s made for it, though that—of course—presumes he was made for a reason. Drop that for the moment, and enjoy.
Who here knows what a gerund is? →
(Hint: I do, but no one cares. Except me. Because I care, and that somehow doesn’t make me more careful, successful, intelligent, or good-looking—okay, I’m a dashing mofo but seriously, girl, what was I saying look at my supple lips. Grinding is a gerund, y’all.)
