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  1. I butt cats.

    I butt cats.

  2. tbridge:

halfbakedidea:

smartasshat:

apricotica:

rsmallbone:

In this caption, I will tell you that Ebola is a swift, effective and bloody killer.

I’m reblogging this as a means to explain to others that Ebola is a swift, effective and bloody killer.

Ebola: Swift, Effective, and Bloody Killer?

A swift, effective, and bloody killer: Ebola?

It could be that Ebola is a killer, bloody, effective and swift.

I was hoping to one day become a swift, effective, and bloody killer, but I can’t find any proper role models. :-(

    tbridge:

    halfbakedidea:

    smartasshat:

    apricotica:

    rsmallbone:

    In this caption, I will tell you that Ebola is a swift, effective and bloody killer.

    I’m reblogging this as a means to explain to others that Ebola is a swift, effective and bloody killer.

    Ebola: Swift, Effective, and Bloody Killer?

    A swift, effective, and bloody killer: Ebola?

    It could be that Ebola is a killer, bloody, effective and swift.

    I was hoping to one day become a swift, effective, and bloody killer, but I can’t find any proper role models. :-(

  3. Fuck you, The Earth.

    Fuck you, The Earth.

  4. I’m about 24 hours into dealing with loan application stuff, and I already want to find a fire to throw myself into. The face people we’re working with are very nice, so that helps, but they keep saying it’s a lot more strenuous a process than it used to be, and while it’s been 12 years since the last time we did this, which leaves my memory spotty at best, I’m inclined to believe them.

    They don’t actually capitalize the word “underwriters” when they use it, but it’s implied in the tone. Along with the idea that The Underwriters are some sort of militant sect of perpetually hungry cannibals, waiting for you to slip up juuuuuuust once so they can feast on your tender bits in a tortilla tattooed with actuarial tables that also serve to call their Master from the Nether Realm.

    I’ve emailed more with these people today than I have with people at my office. And it’s not going to let up for a bit, I fear. (I just interrupted writing this to read and respond to another email on this subject. Case. Closed.)

    It’s almost time for me and my double v-neck gigolo self to go home, and when I get there, I’m just going to become a couch cushion and dream of days where I won’t have to dig up every arcane document I’ve ever been sent.

  5. That thing where you’ve gotten almost no phone calls this week and you hope against hope that people have finally figured out that you’re just never. Going. To. Answer. It.

  6. I’m so out of it I wore a v-neck t-shirt with my v-neck sweater and now I’m all like SORRY EVERYONE TO HAVE RUINED SEXY FOR YOU BUT NOW IT’S ALL MINE AND YOU CAN’T HAVE ANY HA HA

    I’m so out of it I wore a v-neck t-shirt with my v-neck sweater and now I’m all like SORRY EVERYONE TO HAVE RUINED SEXY FOR YOU BUT NOW IT’S ALL MINE AND YOU CAN’T HAVE ANY HA HA

  7. Nature

    Nature

  8. Every time I think life is getting pretty good, I wake up at four in the morning with “Delta Dawn” stuck in my head.

  9. What’s fun is knowing you’re going to buy a house.

    What’s TERRIFYING is realizing you’re about to own A BUILDING.

  10. So, as Kris and I both referenced yesterday, we’re buying a house. Contract and everything. Inspections and all that going well, it’ll be ours in about two and a half months.

    What I can’t believe, above all else, that it took over twenty-four hours of this being a truth in our world for me to realize that I will very soon have a very literal lawn to tell kids and whippersnappers of all ages to very literally get off of.