Aww, thanks! I guess I mean the more one posts, the higher the chances of ungreying. I’ve had convos with/ stars from cool kids, but never enough to ungrey. I never got a star back in the day, either, so I’ve accepted it’s just not in the cards for me. #TinyViolin

I personally think you should feel flattered. If someone like that thought you were awesome it would be a sign there was something wrong with you!

I’m stuck in the greys and it discourages me from posting, but will never get out unless I comment more. Catch 22 ftw!

I was recently thinking if replacing the “greasy Mary Jane’s” of my youth. My canvas Doc bootsboots are some if the best work shoes I’ve ever owned.

Portland Art Museum has a “David Hockney: a Rake’s Progress” exhibt right now! If you’re in the area, check it out. It’s in the basement gallery, which always has the best stuff.

Wait, I thought the shortage was due to coffee rust/ a weird fungus attacking the plants?

))<>(( never ceases to make me smile.

My mother-in-law lost a shit-ton of weight after joining the cult of Weight Watchers and is now basically anorexic. She went from obese to skin and bones and is now afraid of food. I have a hard time being around her, as it’s super triggering for me as someone who’s suffered from EDs over the years. Going out to eat…

It’s from a song by The National, but I liked it for the “which is it?” factor. #DadRock4Life

Thank you! Thank you SO goddamn much!

I always picture him as Neil Hamburger.

As someone who works at a co-op in Portland, I am glad she is not a hippie. We can’t afford to have her licking our food.

Do you love Hurray For the Riff Raff? Her voice is the best!

I just forwarded the listing to a few friends who will totally be applying. Will report back if any of them get an interview.

I can so see this being made: A clumsy workaholic too busy for love is swept off her feet literally and figuratively in this modern Cinderella story!

Even escalators think they’re hideous!

ONE EASY SUMMER!

She seems like the type who would say it’s because you’re jealous.

70’s car seats were insane! My aunt told me about the one she used to take her son home from the hospital, which was like a sling/hammock thing that hung from the back of the driver’s seat. He’d fly and then slam back every time she hit the breaks.

I feel like this might be a thing parents would happily shell out money for, because culture or whatever. My dad would’ve been stoked if I asked for tickets to see a Shakespeare play.