In 2011 I resolve to stop making a big deal out of pointless non-events like when the clock or calendar changes.
HINT: If your answer is “I’m not a crazy cat woman. I have DOGS.” then you’re not winning the argument.
When Hugh Hefner proposed, his girlfriend burst into tears, saying “So it has come to this— a hundred year old perv proposes, and this is the best I can do.”
- Person: Once he came in 2nd in a chili cookoff.
- Stupid Person: Oh, really. What did he make?
- Person: ...
- Stupid Person: ?
- Person: Chili. He made chili.
I hope no one in Chicago got an iPhone today, because I’m tired of sharing what little 3G AT&T has here.
Oh, and merry Christmas!
Who needs Santa when their wife is making cookies?
OK, so is there a way to backup Tumblr posts to a file?
(I hope my wife doesn’t get in the car and head out towards Long Island.)
What happened to Tumblr notifications? It was the only way to see if someone liked an older post. Get me your supervisor on the phone.
I feel bad for that one Army Ranger who watches Bravo who now has been asked a thousand times if he’s gay. It STILL doesn’t matter.
Also I’d like to point out that the iPhone autocorrect failed to recognize “hipster” or “doofus”. Who do they think are buying iPhones?
I’m more convinced than ever that the only difference between a crazy homeless person talking to themselves on the street and a hipster doofus is Bluetooth.
And sometimes I can’t see the Bluetooth.
I ordered a custom hoodie whose gray options were “light gray” and “dark gray” and I ordered it in “dark gray” and I got it in an “athletic gray” when I was expecting more of a “charcoal gray” and I don’t know whether I can send it back and this is seriously what I obsess over these days.
Well, boo hoo hoo, young lady. When I was your age, we didn’t have color— take a look at the TV shows and movies from the time, you’ll see— so our whole lives were deciding shades of gray.