Staying in on the weekend nights with the Captain pleases me greatly!
The weekends are for amateurs… and pug snugs with the boyfriend take the cake. Seriously- BEST. LIFE. EVER.
How did this guy manage to tame the party rocker that is Morganism? Well, ladies never tell!
Not knowing what to say to make a situation better sucks.
Seriously- I’m at a loss. For once, I have no words.
Write that down people. That shit NEVER happens.
Best of Craigslist- Hipster girls of Austin - m4w
I see you, cute hipster girls of Austin. I see you rocking that Deep V wheelset at the Thursday night social ride, or writing the next great American collection of poems at the corner table at Quack’s, or browsing the Mamet archives at the Harry Ransom Center, or listening to the XX on your iPod at a bus stop because the Dirty Projectors are so two months ago. I see you with your wisely chosen and very artful and very sexy tattoos, your carefully-but-not-too-carefully maintained hair, perhaps with highlights of an unusual, biologically impossible color. I see you with your impeccably snazzy clothes, no doubt skillfully curated from countless Cream Vintage visits.
And I just want all of you to know: you are all very hot. Every Pitchfork-reading, farmer’s-market-shopping, liberal-arts-college-educated inch of you.
I know I can never be with you, cute hipster girl. My bicycle has not only brakes, but multiple gears. It is, in fact, a hybrid, the fanny pack of the bicycle world. I am entirely free of tattoos. My facial hair is patchy at best, so I am unable to grow a beard. I live west of I-35. I am not a member of a lo-fi shoegaze indie pop band that sometimes gigs at Progress Coffee, and indeed I can’t play any musical instruments. I can’t even play the ukulele, the fanny pack of the indie rock world. I find Wes Anderson somewhat tedious, and I have not read a single issue of McSweeney’s in anything even vaguely resembling its entirety. My jeans do not hug my legs, and I do not have a single stylishly retro vest or hat in my closet. I rarely listen to KUT or KVRX. Although I own a Moleskine, I have to be honest with you � I don’t really write in it that much. I went to the Chuck Close show at the Austin Museum of Art and I’m pretty sure I didn’t get it. I shop at HEB and not Wheatsville.
My appreciation of Hall and Oates is entirely non-ironic. I occasionally eat meat.
But the biggest problem, hipster girl of Austin, is that you’re just too intimidating in your good taste and vaguely-counterculture-but-not-threateningly-eccentric hotness for me to ever work up the pluck to talk to you. I know I will never be cool enough. Le sigh.
But that’s okay. You still brighten my vinyl happy hours at Waterloo Records and my Shangri-La visits. Thank you, hipster girl. You rock my world, and you make it look so easy. Carry on with your Bianchi Pista self.
- Location: Seemingly anywhere PBR is had
Yup.
I feel like the “I shop at HEB” part really drives it home. Hilarious!
Guys, sometimes you just have to put on the stooooopid fuzzy hat your mom gave you last year, watch some Freaks and Geeks in bed, and get pug snugs.
Seriously, my life is so hard.
Glad I forced down that strawberry milkshake, that was hard too. But we, like, need vitamins to exist ya’ll.
OMG Kaitlin Olson, I think I have a girl crush on you. For realsies. LOVE LOVE LOVE. You are a fucking RIOT.
With the likelihood of Christmas being tight for everyone this year, I thought I would pass this on.
(Look at the house on the right.)
via email, from my mom
(Obviously the homeowner isn’t on Tumblr or it would have said “THIS” with an arrow pointing to it :-)
Did anyone else just think of Clark Griswald, or is it just me?
Karmaloop.com - Global Concrete Culture
Oh hi there lover! What’s that? You want to come and live in my closet?
Well, ok, you talked me into it.
I hate it when you don't really know what you're looking for
but you know for sure that it’s missing.
CARBONDALE-
OMG was anyone at Tres that night that the guy who lives next to Monica and Carissa (you know- the one with the glasses- so vague I know) did the ENTIRE video dance to Single Ladies? Mind you this happened MONTHS ago.
Well- I guess I recorded it because I just came across it in my iMovie.
Fucking hilarious.
Let’s hear it for Morgan for recording things while drunk AND THEN uploading the videos to my computer WHILE STILL DRUNK and then forgetting about them.
Three cheers!
Wait?
Do people STILL watch Lost?
I was all about it… I totally wanted to see Jack and Kate fall in love, everyone to get off the Island, and for Sawyer to fly to Illinois to make passionate love to me…
THEN THEY GOT OFF THE ISLAND… only to have to go back?
OVER IT.
Saywer- I still live in Illinois. Just sayin’.
tumblr secret santa redux
Hello all you lovely people!
It’s that time of year again (can you believe it?)…time to start thinking about getting our Secret Santa crew together!
We had an amazing turnout last year, and it seemed like the majority of people really had a great time with it (I know I did!).
I’m putting my little tumblr feelers out to see who would be interested in doing it again this year…if you want to participate, please answer “yes” or reblog with your thoughts on things you’d like to add/change to it, and I’ll figure out if/how it will go down this year!
If you are not familiar with last year’s Tumblr Secret Santa exchange, you can click on over here to read all about the logistics of it (then click to the main page to read everyone’s fun stories!).
So what do you think - are you in?
This looks fun!
