On My Utopia Island Nation
There will be afternoon tea followed by siestas. Or perhaps siestas followed by tea.
I’m in love with Will Forte.
People who get up early in the morning cause war, death and famine.– Banksy (via simko) (via tryingtofollow) (via newfilosofee) (via pie0) I sleep in to save lives.
I’m pretty sure there’s a sign over my head that says “TALK TO ME! ESPECIALLY WEIRDOS AND FREAKS.”
I have a really bad habit of forgetting to drink any water until about 9:00 at night. I am not one of those people that is really in tune with the needs of her body. This might be a problem.
The Comprehensive Bunny Name List →
I cannot believe a person made this website. And that the names Rumple Bunnykins and Ilikemeatballs are not on it.
We Need a Bunny Name, Interwebs
Well, not really me so much as the lovely Miss S who discovered her bunny has grown a pair! Hence, the bunny can no longer be called Nancy. Here are some of the suggestions so far, with the front runners in bold Jasper Emmett Abbott Louie Francis Rumple Bunnykins (my personal favorite) Ilikemeatballs Elton John What’s your contribution?
A BUNNY IS GOING TO LIVE AT MY APARTMENT THIS...
Clearly, I am excited. My blond, magical pixie roommate’s sister is staying with us this weekend and is bringing Formerly Nancy the bunny. It’s name is Formerly Nancy since this morning roomie’s sister found out that Nancy has balls. I am hoping that Nancy gets a new name. I think Nancy is, too.
“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh,” he whispered. “Yes, Piglet?” “Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw, “I just wanted to be sure of you.””
Productivity makes my eyeballs burn
I know all the words to Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5. I may or may not sing it in the shower in the morning.
Confession: I don't know how old I am.
pie0: If someone asks me my age, I usually think of my birth year and then count how many years. I can be daft a lot, and that’s one of the ways :) It usually takes me a moment when someone asks me how old I am as well. I usually use the ages of those close to me to reference. For example: if the boy is 25 and I’m a year younger than him I must be 24. My first instinct is almost always to...
There are now TWO eyewitness sources who confirm that Jon Hamm is the most beautiful man alive. One who saw him stand out among a sea of dapper tuxedoed men and myself who saw him shine at a movie theater among mere mortals. The man is out of this world.
Dear Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka,
Hey guys! Hope you had a great time last night at the Emmy’s. Great job hosting, NPH! Anyway, I am writing this letter to you because last night you took a couple of awesome pictures in an elevator after the show and my roommate, Allison the page (really cute, little blonde thing), was in them. Which, you know since you’re the ones who took the photos. Anyway, she’d...
You guys, the manager of the Harlem Globetrotters gave my roommate his card tonight, so if YOU need a Globetrotter, we totally have the hook up. And by hook up, I mean the number you can call.
Things I Do Not Understand
Women who draw on their eyebrows. And not for the reason you might think. I hardly have the time and motivation to pluck mine on a daily basis, let alone artfully draw them on each and every day. The patience those women must have!
One of my costumes in a play had wings made of tons of strips of different fabrics hanging from my arms. One of the fabrics was ripped up pieces from a skirt that Deborah Ann Woll had worn in a play earlier that semester.
Martin Starr’s favorite color is orange.
John Patrick Shanley →
He has the most eclectic IMDb page. Director: Doubt and Joe Versus the Volcano
too bad no one I went to school with was on Community Thursday night. Then USC would have seriously seriously been reppin’ on NBC Thursday night. My School of Theatre is making me so proud. BUT LET’S NOT TALK ABOUT HOW THE FOOTBALL TEAM IS MAKING ME FEEL.
Charles Carver →
Another USC School of Theatre actor was one of the interns on “The Office” (he was also on Desperate Housewives for a while, but I like the Office better. Sorry.) Yay Charlie!
Please work. There are essential birthday party details contained inside of you that I neeeeed. Thanks k bye. P.S. I know I am lame. You are too.
Got an empty fortune cookie today. Lame. Unless I die, in which case, touche...– text from a friend
My mom said my little baby nephew has chunked up. If there was any doubt, it is for certain now that he is a Garvin baby. (My brother and I packed on the pounds our first six months, him more so than me.) This post is starting to sound as if it’s good news that now we KNOW my brother is the dad…which is not the case. I mean we DO KNOW but there was NEVER any doubt. NONE. NADA. The good...
mary of peter, paul, and mary passed away. →
piratekitten: sad news for probably no one that isn’t me, but she was one of my neighbors growing up and was a sweet lady. also, puff the magic dragon. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GREW UP NEXT DOOR TO MARY FROM PP&M!!! I grew up listening to them. My dad would play their songs on his reel-to-reel. I think my parents may have played one of their songs at their wedding. I’m pretty bummed...
To my new followers. Please beware, i like cats. lucky for you, i do not own one, or a super fast computer, or a super awesome camera. if i did, you’d be in trouble. or heaven. depending on how you feel about cats. My tumblr basically goes little something like this: FACT: TRUE STORY DEAR SO AND SO: ANIMALS(mostly cats)! FOOD! my mom’s funny i can’t sleep. Enjoy!
The Best Burrito I Have Ever Eaten
I briefly mentioned my encounter with a truly amazing breakfast burrito in an earlier post, but now that I am no longer running a fever, I believe it merits another visit, one in which I really explain this quite interesting experience. It is Sunday and I am on my couch with a raging fever, headache, and all kinds of phlegm lodged uncomfortably in all kinds of places. The television might be on,...
Why act in the theater? Because it engages the high-minded seeker and...– Willem Dafoe
Neanderthal man listened to stories, if one may judge by the shape of his skull....– E.M. Forster, Aspects of the Novel, 1927