The older we get, the more you realize there’s a whole range of things...– Ok, seriously, my writing textbook is starting to bum me out.
Me: I'm so tired, I stayed up late last night doing my readings.
Dad: By readings, do you mean painting Easter eggs?
Me: Shit, didn't think you'd see that.
The recurring dream of my childhood is to be in a room up to my neck in...– Tina Fey gets me.
Do Not Be Fazed By This Post
dangurewitch: So, you know how everyone is always writing “I was not phased by [this or that]?” Why wouldn’t they? It looks like the correct spelling. But hold onto your pantaloons bitches because it’s not! It’s “fazed.” Really. Preach it, Dictionary.com: Faze: (v) to cause to be disturbed or disconcerted; daunt: The worst insults cannot faze him. Can be confused: faze, phase. It’s an...
Songs To Fall Asleep To #3: Au Revoir Simone -...
It describes a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start. This could perhaps be translated more succinctly as “eye-contact implying ‘after you…’”. A more literal approximation is “ending up mutually at a loss as to what to do about each other”. Mamihlapinatapai...
For many people, life is not something they can or are able to experience...– My writing textbook is glass half-empty.
Shit my Dad says
I realise my dad has been doing or saying extra silly things this week. Here they are, compiled in a list: 1. I made fun of his short shorts, and he started singing and dancing (!) to Rod Stewart’s “Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?”. 2. I’d never seen him look as disappointed as he did when the people at Subway told him his half-price coupon was expired. 3. He asked me how to “use the eraser to rub out...
Things I Hate about Carpet Flooring
1. You can’t tell if it’s dusty or covered with hair. 2. You have to vacuum it at least twice a week. 3. If you drop really tiny things like a screw, good luck trying to find it. 4. I have never, ever seen carpet flooring come in a reasonably attractive colour. 5. As a serial spiller of food and drinks, carpets are my big time enemy. 6. A cute pair of home socks could do the same...
Dad, if you want us to laugh, just ask.– My younger brother to my dad, after a string of tremendously bad jokes.
A late bloomer when it comes to pretty much everything, I only recently started to learn how to drive. I don’t think I’m particularly horrible at it as the Asian/women stereotype of bad drivers would like you to believe, but I am not enjoying driving as much as I had expected. Everyone is saying “Oh! But driving = mobility, convenience, independence, etc!!!” and while I...