How not to complete a paper:
Every time you complete a sentence, reward yourself with ten minutes of random internet surfing!
This is for you Jessica. My aunt just got a mini-donkey. It made me think of you and all your pygmy animals. Sounds like its about the size of medium sized dog. Would this qualify as pygmy?
Oh my god, yes.
I like how it’s body is little, but it’s head is regular sized. That must be a pain in the neck (GET IT?!)
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Every time you complete a sentence, reward yourself with ten minutes of random internet surfing!
Working on a paper on this tonight.
When I accept a Facebook friend request, rather than going and looking at the person’s profile, I first go back and look at my own profile. I try to imagine what it will look like through their eyes. You know, what they’ll think of my pictures and whether the posts on my wall make me seem like a fun, funny person. That sort of thing.
Then, if I have time, I might go check out their profile.
Or not.
I’m really peeved about a conflict I am having with a certain person today and I keep running all of these imaginary dialogues through my head were I really give her a piece of my mind.
In these imaginary confrontations I say exactly what I think of her and she realizes what a complete jerk she’s been and I don’t forgive her and she feels terrible about it forever.
Is it unreasonable to hope this is the way it really goes?
Pabst is in a terrible position, and if the brand survives, it will be as a minor subsidiary of one of those massive beer companies that are now desperately eating their own. Aside from a history, a “brand identity,” and a recognizable label, there’s not a thing about Pabst that distinguishes it from the 97 other tin-can beer brands out there. With no brewery, no local audience, and no commitment from an owner, the writing’s on the wall. Pabst is a sucker’s bet.
Man! It’s probably just due to the familiarity of the flavor, but I genuinely prefer Pabst to the other shitty beers out there. What will we do without Portland’s Best Refreshment?!
I’m so excited for date night - our schedules have been so off the past few weeks that we haven’t had time for anything but drinking beers on the couch in our pajamas.
Built to Spill, Justin’s favorite band, is playing at a really awesome venue in North Portland right next to this tapas place everyone tells us is a must-try. So that’s the plan. Toro Bravo for tapas and drinks, then Built to Spill at the Wonder.
Plus bike riding to and from.
Uh, dude, we’re totally going to be at the Built to Spill show, too!! I’ll look out for Justin, since he’s easy to spot in a crowd. haha
Also, Toro Bravo is really good.
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I feel super self conscious. I feel like there is an awful lot of visible jiggling going on and like the actual shape of my butt is far too public, but the girl who rung up my bagel told me she loved my pants. I told her they were leggings and I felt a little weird and she said I just had to own it.
I’m making too big a deal out of this, huh?
Poor guys just wanted a ride.
Funny thing is, this isn’t the first time pygmy goats have tried to use metro area public transportation.
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