January 2009
29 posts
there are days...
…when relationship lines get blurred, and friends don’t treat each other like friends. those days can be confusing.
corporate speak of the week: botched expressions
“yeah, it’s still not complete. we’re half-podge.”
-my boss
i think that bears repeating. we’re half-podge. (even though we don’t hear “hodge-podge” very often, still, i think that’s pretty different from half-half.)
daisymay:
You know what would be amazing? If people actually broke out in song spontaneously.
good lord, if only there were a version of “amen” strong enough to express the weight of my agreement with this. spontaneous singing or choreographed sequences would seriously make my life.
inauguration station.
“our challenges may be new. the instruments with which we meet them may be new. but those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. these things are true. they have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. what is demanded then is a return to these...
“This world is crazy. All I’m asking is for someone to be crazy with.”
– (via littlemiss) (via kari-shma) (via lovebot) (via daisymay)
corporate speak of the week
“there are parts of the job that aren’t as glamoristic as you would think.”
-a co-worker
good lord. good. lord.
“The higher you build walls around your heart, the harder you fall when someone...”
– (via littlemiss) (via kari-shma) (via lovebot) (via daisymay)
look, mom, no hands!
there was a man outside my office building this morning with a cigarrette in his mouth, half of which was a shell of ash. he was smoking the whole thing with no hands, just letting it sit there while he sucked it down. pretty impressive.
“if someone proposes to you, and your first response is “why not?,”...”
– my fabulous neighbor
no sleep for me?
so i’ve been on this marathon of little to no sleep. it began on sunday night when, between an upsetting late-night phone call and pre-work anxiety, i got zero hours. on monday, though exhausted, i didn’t go to bed early out of fear of the 3am wake up; that night saw six hours. and tonight, despite my genuine efforts toward an earlyish bedtime, the carbon monoxide detector’s...
sometimes.
sometimes i get really tired of people being disappointing. you’d think that after a while, you’d just get used to it. you’d think that.
“…the only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.”
– Chuck Palahniuk. (via lickystickypicky) (via daisymay)