Posts tagged ugh
Wasted Words
Throw me to the wolves.
GPOY: It’s-Getting-To-The-Point-Where-I-Need-To-Cut-This-Damned-Hair-And-Hold-On-Wait-A-Second-Is…Is-This-A-Bad-Photo?-Holy-Shit-This-Is-A-Terrible-Photo Edition
Forgive the angle/composition. This is the biggest my back’s ever been, which is to say that strike training is going pretty well. I feel like I could fight the world if I needed to.
GPOY: I-Crave-Validation Edition
GPOY: My-Ugly-Mug-Is-Arguably-Too-Dapper-For-This-Starbucks-But-To-Be-Fair-That-Could-Just-Be-Dependent-On-All-Of-The-Sweatpants-The-Other-Patrons-Are-Swaddled-In Edition
As is this blog’s tradition, kicking off the new year with a picture of the first coffee of 2013 and wishing that the reflection were better looking than the year before (spoiler alert: it ain’t).
Fresh to death.
Anonymous asked:
bring back the batman briefs
The Batman briefs…have to come back.
What if they don’t exist anymore?
They must…they must…
GPOY: Gettin’-Dat-Gosling-Hair-(If-Ryan-Gosling-Were-Brunette-And-Ugly-As-Sin) Edition
GPOY: Race-Day-Mothafuckaaaa Edition
Most mornings at the pool this summer it’s been myself, a litany of elderly people, and swim lessons for kids. I’ve never had trouble getting my own lane. Then the Olympics start and suddenly every asshole with a pair of goggles decides now is a good time to get into swim shape.
I had this horrid idea the other day of some unlikely* future world where I’m in a meeting with my publisher describing how I want my next novel, my twelfth or whatever, printed in hardcopy on actual paper. The publisher says ‘Really? Paper? But that’s so retro.’
*The ‘unlikely’ modifier is predicated on my ever being a published writer (a successful one to boot), not on the print industry’s death rattle.
