My brother graduated from Texas A&M this weekend with a Bachelor’s in Accounting and a Masters in Finance.
Makes me feel OLD.
Source: Guardian
“The beginning of my depression had been nothing but feelings, so the emotional deadening that followed was a welcome relief. I had always wanted to not give a fuck about anything. I viewed feelings as a weakness — annoying obstacles on my quest for total power over myself. And I finally didn’t have to feel them anymore.
But my experiences slowly flattened and blended together until it became obvious that there’s a huge difference between not giving a fuck and not being able to give a fuck. Cognitively, you might know that different things are happening to you, but they don’t feel very different.”
Allie Brosh is back, and her post “Depression Part Two” is painful, and weird, and funny, and perfect. via Hyperbole and a Half: Depression Part Two)
SHE’S BACK! SHE’S BACK!!
Touche of the Day: Mrs. Doubtfire’s Dress vs. Kim Kardashian’s Dress
Comedian Robin Williams chimed in on Kim Kardashian’s custom-designed Riccardo Tisci evening gown by comparing it to the floral dress he wore in the 1993 comedy film Mrs. Doubtfire. The socialite’s attire became quite a hit during Monday’s Met Gala, spawning a series of photoshopped images poking fun at the reality star’s “sofa slipcover”-like dress.
A New Perspective of the Day: Historical Figures Dressed in Contemporary Fashion
Ever imagined what Shakespeare would look like if he were alive today? The British television channel Yesterdaycommissioned several illustrations of historical figures re-imagined as if they were still around for the biographical series Secret Life Of.Among those who were drawn include Queen Marie Antoinette as a high-class socialite (above, top), King Henry VIII as a suave suit-wearing gentleman (above, middle) and Shakespeare as a vest-wearing hipster (above, bottom).
I don’t care what you say, Monique. Best movie ever.
(via theatrequotes)
Source: think-i-see-a-glimmer
Kolaches and Shiner for a great cause! What could be better?
I was thinking this morning on the train about 1999. And how paranoid my mom was about the Y2K scare. And about how at the stroke of midnight, my grandfather hit the breaker so the power shut off and my mom was hysterical. I wish we had been friends in 1999.
Meet the comfort dogs, a team of five golden retrievers that are dispatched to different areas in the aftermath of a tragedy. They’re currently in Boston visiting victims of Monday’s marathon attack.
me: Before you got roped into jury duty, did queens send you a “mandatory survey” ?
Nicole: YUP. OH SHIT. confirming that you live where they think you do and that you speak the english?
me: NOOOOOOO
Nicole: hahaha
me: I KNEW THAT’S WHAT THEY WERE UP TO
Nicole: it’s probably okay!
me: i haven’t sent it in yet. how “mandatory” do you think it is?
Nicole: extremely.
me: damn. maybe i’ll try to sound crazy in the survey.
Nicole: there’s not much you can fudge on there, right? that’s the one that just confirms residency and language proficiency? are you going to draw crazy pictures?
me: yeah. and burn the edges of the paper.
Nicole: haha. perhaps skip the smearing of unidentifiable substances on the paper. you don’t want to get arrested.
me: that’s true.
Nicole: you gotta walk a delicate line
me: maybe i’ll just fill the envelope with glitter.
Nicole: there you go.
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