It’s World MS Day. And Niagara Falls are lit up orange.
I didn’t get to see it in person, which seems ridiculous since it’s so close, but I’m watching it live on webcam which is better than not seeing it at all.
If this happens again next year, nothing will stop me. <3
Tomorrow night between 9:30 and 9:45 Niagara Falls is (are?) being lit up orange for World MS Day.
The minute my phone dinged and I read it, I started tearing up. I want to see it SO BAD.
I’m thinking of going on my own, but I’ll probably end up jacked in one of the crack houses two blocks in either direction.
@jschmel, I am currently downloading all 7 episodes of Girls. That is all.
They’re adorable. I feel like I could go to a barbecue in their yard or something.
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Watching Hit & Miss. I’m only 10 minutes in and still undecided.
But it has Chloe Sevigny, with a penis, and that almost makes me forget her accent is so shitty.
ETA: I liked it. And either her accent gets better or I adjusted to it.
RE: anti-birth control & abortion
FACT: Medicaid pays for Viagra. WITH NO FUCKING CO-PAY. Protest that shit or shut the fuck up.
I do not understand all of these shitty bands you guys keep posting. They aren’t even bands. They are like, groups of white suburban teenagers who know how to use hair gel.
Please stop it.
How do people pick a place to go? They transplant, and they just end up in new places. But what makes them choose those places? How do you settle on a place to disappear?
I always envisioned myself driving until the gas runs out, then living in a shack in the middle of nowhere BFFing townspeople who I’ll let think my first name is Veronica or Amelia or something a lot more interesting than my four letter two syllable identity, and working at a gas station and being extremely good at something to pull my weight, like, tending rabbits or fixing carborators.
I have this Idea-That-Will-Never-Happen about living in an RV and just going, not stopping. Never getting too personal but always getting close. I want to see things and not be attached. I want to be anyone, any life, anywhere but here.
The thing is, I don’t know how to reinvent myself. Because I don’t know who I want to be. Just who I don’t.
I want it to rain. I want it to pour for hours and hours and hours, and I want everything else to shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear cars or horns or stupid dogs barking and I don’t want to hear dishes rattling and doors slamming and I only want to hear rain. I don’t want to hear my own thoughts because I’m am just so angry and frustrated with everything that bruising my knuckles on a wall or smashing something I love is the only thing besides rain I want my senses to know right now.
Noise never used to bother me. Lots of things never used to.
In completely unshocking news…
I am addicted to this 24 hour live feed of KITTIES. (I discovered it during my creepy nonsecure security cam voyeurism.) ALL KITTIES, ALL THE TIME. Like, I check in on them when I get home from work. And before I go to sleep. IT IS LIKE THEY ARE MY FRIENDS.
Cementing my future.
If I didn’t think Trouble would murdalize* them, I’d probably own 28392398 more cats.
*This word is a movie quote.
"You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy. I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside. Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside."
Andrea Gibson, “The Nutritionist”
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FUCKING SPOILER ALERT
So we basically find out that Grey’s Anatomy has been a sideways world, and Meredith Grey-SHEPPERD, ahem, has crashed on an island in her scrubs with seemingly no one around.
Well, now. This show just got way better.
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