Last night I dreamed...
That I went to Antarctica to join another culture/race of people who got to wear special weather proof suits that were an extension of the body and glide around on ice all day. In the dream it was very scary to join this race but it ultimately ended up being a lot of fun and the best decision of my life.
What does it mean?
That damn red cup!
I have been visiting Starbucks a lot lately because they are the only coffee shop that makes tea lattes and I rarely drink coffee anymore. I know a lot of people in Seattle are too cool for Starbucks, but really, it’s a local company and by spending money there, you are still stimulating the local economy in some fashion. Anyway, Thursday night before my group therapy session I stopped by my local Starbucks drive-thru to get my tea. I pulled up to the window, paid, and was handed my Awake Tea Latte, but this time wasn’t like all the others. It was served in the red, holiday cup.
The minute the red cup came into my range of sight, it was almost as if my whole adult life flashed before me. I immediately started to panic and wanted to scream at the barista I DON’T WANT THE RED CUP! CAN YOU PLEASE PUT IT IN A REGULAR CUP??!!
That damn red cup. To me, that holiday cup signifies everything I don’t have in my life. No family to spend the holidays with, no job, no money for gifts, no love interest, the overwhelming feeling of loneliness for me this time of year, the disappointment. All of it. I see it all in the Starbucks holiday cup.
I am doing a lot of work on myself right now but I still can’t help but feel like that red cup just creeped up on me and shouted in my face HAHAHAHA, YOU SUCK!
God damn that red cup!
Put on your matching hat, slip under the muffin top of your Cupcake Car, and let the world figure itself out for awhile. Get (or give) the sheer, joyful chaos of a gift that is mind-blowing, triple-dog-dare, double-infinity forever cool. Make the kids or grandkids literally squeal with joy. Bring it to work and buzz the breakroom. Crash parades! Putter about the ‘hood. Ever had a crowd of kids chasing after you just for the crazy gleeful heck of it? (No worries, the top speed is a comfy-safe 7 mph.) What’s it made of? A 24-volt electric motor, a heavy-duty battery, sheet metal, wire, fabric, wood…and mad genius. Launched at Burning ManSM as a cooperative art car project, the Cupcake Car sprang from the fevered mind of Bay Area artist Lisa Pongrace and her less-rules-more-laughs posse of artists and techno geeks. Yours will be tricked out with your favorite topping, so start thinking flavors.
One of these babies could be yours for a mere $25,000. (Neiman Marcus)
want!
Cheerleader Gets A Flu Shot & Now She Can Only Walk Backwards!
This report is a load of toss! I’ve rarely seen such nonsense in my life, yet people have fallen for it in their thousands. Here’s what the Dystonia Medical Research Foundation says about the case:
“Because of the concern of individuals with dystonia as to whether or not to get a flu shot because of this reported case, we have sought the opinion of dystonia experts on this case. Based on the footage that has been shared with the public, it is their unanimous consensus that this case does not appear to be dystonia.’
Here’s quite an interesting analysis of the case by a proper neurologist.
i coooo’int eaa wifffouuuu passin’ ouuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooo
I saw this last night. Too bizarre. I’ve NEVER been vaccinated. Was born at home to hippie parents and they forged the doctor’s signature on the school forms. I am perfectly healthy! Don’t do it!
Via Fashionably Late For Life
I feel bizarrely optimistic this time around being unemployed. I’m much more open than I’ve ever been. I’m so excited to start living my dreams. The universe is going to work for me. It already is!
I got these. I can’t figure out what the flavor is. Pineapple? They’re not gross. There was a 50/50 chance.
Yay! I got this food chopper today for $9.99. Can’t wait to chop garlic with it!
you could chop pot with it too. i mean, that’s if you’re making pot brownies or cooking with weed or infusing with oil. i used to be duncan HIGHnes. i’m not anymore.
HAHAHA. All good ideas.
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making every mistake, so you don't have to. Est. 1981
