just plain brown, sorry to disappoint! The only time I colored my hair was at summer camp as a 12-year-old when a bunch of girls got shitty boxed dye on a trip to CVS; our counselor caught us using it and made us call our parents to let them know that we’d be coming home with different hair. (Mine was red, it... did…
Eat shit, friends.
(miss you already)
I’d like to formally apologize for having the topics Anne Frank + dating in front of me and failing to include this:
Uh, it’s a legitimate crisis for the cartography community, I’m not going to let the fact that it’s “not sports” (debatable) stop me from trying to raise awareness.
oh yeah that argument was BAD
D.C. (because I already live here); Asheville, N.C.; uhhh Denver seems cool? I’d move to Denver.
I’m currently reading The Art of Cruelty by Maggie Nelson, which is about representations of cruelty in art and literature, and it’s tremendously interesting and thought-provoking. (tho not rly what I’d call a “fun read”)
big fancy rock and map boy over here
Pancakes, waffles, french toast.
I once ate at ten fast-food restaurants in one day for a stupid stunt in college, so while each individual order was small (though I did set a rule for myself that I had to order something at least somewhat substantive, I couldn’t just roll up and ask for fries), it was a very large amount of fast food overall.
good point. delaware and pennsylvania both ratified the constitution in 1787, though delaware obviously came first, so maybe they should just change the names to align with the full dates to make the d-league team’s a smaller number: the delaware 12587ers and the philadelphia 121287ers. really rolls off the tongue.
So far as I can tell, the Montana High School Association rules don’t specify a minimum number of players required or any standards for an automatic forfeit. They have a separate doc on the mercy rule, but that just forces a running clock in the second half—like what happened here—and is only triggered by a 40-point…
can’t let you guys make all the bad jokes on your own...
Thrilled that my work to convince my coworkers of Duke’s greatness is finally paying off.
what a bunch of suckers, having to come in and work during the DAY, unlike the smart and talented NIGHT BLOGGER who has hours to relax and recover...
my boyfriend would like you to know that i took artistic liberties with my portrayal of him here
Conversation hearts are trash! These are (kinda) good (in small quantities):