June 2011
“One of my responsibilities as Commander in Chief is to keep an eye on robots and I’m pleased to report that the robots you manufacture here seem peaceful…at least for now.”
—President Obama talking to the National Robotics Engineering Center at Carnegie Mellon. (via juliasegal)
“Writing is easy. All you have to do is cross out the wrong words.”
—Mark Twain (via jennink)
When someone insults your favorite book
uh oh
my sister just got here and i’m feeling crabby.
What are you doing for the 4th of July?
It’s the date of my sister’s big gay wedding. Sigh. But that will be in the morning. I will fb my number to you and we should make teh plans.
just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
it seems another list is on my personal horizon. here, dear followers, is a quick synopsis no one cares to see about the last two weeks in my shoe. (that’s foreshadowing. “shoe” is singular.) hope all is well for everyone in tumbland.
family
- make the wedding organized with something like eleven lists
- do all the things that haven’t yet been done for the wedding (not done doing all those things yet)
- mom’s birthday party, mom’s friend from malaysia/india/holland…who knows where the woman is from. nice lady, though.
- fight about the boy
with everyone - bridal shower #2 (i wasn’t there for #1)
- shopping around the kitschy stores mom thinks i’ll like (and i do)
- mommy and me hair day :D :D :D :D
- father’s day: flower planting and wedding work
- farmed. no biggie.
friends
- lol, seriously?
- saw lou-bear and luke
- hung out in a basement swarmed with bugs just like the old days (bah)
- lots of dward—good and bad (mostly good, but the bad is bad.)
- like i said: lol
other
- almost all the food i’ve been craving
- read a few books (http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3800939-sarah)
- played with tons of kittehs
- yay farm and wii!
- cortizone in damaged nerve/drugged up/ohmyfuckshitpain
- farmers market
- weddingweddingweddingweddingweddingwedding
- bought my first purse
- costa rica shopping
so, life is exciting. so, life is exhausting. so, i live a charmed existence and i’m still complaining. but i’m lonely and in pain and drugged up and bored.
sorry i don’t have anything good to give you, tumblrians.
