Things make me angry.
I’ve noticed, going back through all 10, yes 10, of my posts that I am a disgruntled individual. There are many, many things which make me angry. For example, people. If that confuses you, simply consider I have been working retail for three years. Well, since my disgruntlement seems to be the theme of my much forgotten whateverthisis, I shall continue. At least until things stop making me angry.
Oops, I did it again.
Tumblr? What’s that? Oh wait, I fucking have one?! That’s too bad, I have nothing to say. But other people do, like http://reasoningwithvampires.tumblr.com/. Screw you, vampmeyers, and your atrocious writing skillz.
BREAK
So somewhere along the social networking way I forgot I had a tumblr. I be back, bitches. Until I forget again. It IS spring break and paddys day. Which, since everyone is either still OUT OF THE COUNTRY or just home for break, I am celebrating with a bottle of Jameson and lounging around all day. Le sigh.
Favorite line: ““The Chinese Internet is open,” he said.”
Hahhahahahahahha. FALSE. God dammit China, if you want to be a superpower stop acting like a backwards brat. If you’re so afraid of what your people would do if they knew what you were doing, Stop. Doing. It.
What the fuck, Supreme Court? WTF? Business are like people and should be priveledged to the same First Amendment rights, you say… Please stop likening all of us to your souless greed. Government, it’s time for heroes.
We live by tunneling for we are peopled buried alive. To me, the tunnels you make will seem strangely aimless, uprooted orchids. But the fragrance is undying. A Little Boy has run away from Amherst a few Days ago, writes Emily Dickinson in a letter of 1883, and when asked where he was going, he replied, Vermont or Asia.
– Anne CarsonWe are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say — and to feel — ‘Yes, that’s the way it is, or at least that’s the way I feel it. You’re not as alone as you thought.’
– John Steinbeck (via delgrosso)
About me
My heart is made of metal, my mornings of coffee, my words are direct, my heroes are friends, and my soul is free.
