(Via my ♥)
Just to clarify. I’m sure that most of you think I’m some sort of sad chap who listens sad love songs all the time and cries at sunsets and shit.
I want to make it clear that I do NOT CRY AT SUNSETS AND SHIT.
Once I cried at the sunset and the sunset was like why’re you crying, Lisa? And I was like WTH SUNSET DON’T TALK YOU’RE FREAKING ME OUT. Then it was dark. And I stopped crying. Or maybe I just couldn’t see myself cry anymore.
What I’m trying to say is. There is no shame in crying at sunset. And shit.
- Friend: oh yeh i might have to go to some firm to do due diligence on the company records
- Me: ooo
- Me: what's doing dude diligence
Or fares, or one thing or another,
Have we had days to spend under our parents’ roof:
Myself, my sister, and my brother.
All five of us will die; to reckon from the past
This flesh and blood is unforgiving.
What’s hard is that just one of us will be the last
To bear it all and go on living.” —Vikram Seth
I’m pretty hot.
It’s the weather.
That is all. :-)
In reverse order:
- Lost. (This is by far the best Lost joke ever and also one of my all-time favourites.)
- Your kids.
- Your significant other.
- Anything by @badbanana.
The only people who get to see my bedhead are also the people who also get to see THE BIZNESS. (read = no one) :(
Except for my coffee maker whom I’ve lovenly named Betty, after Betty Rubble of course.
I demand pictures.
- Noman: Lisa.
- Me: Noman.
- Noman: How goes it.
- Noman: The results are in, its gonna be girl this time, inshallah
- Me: awww
- Me: that's awesomeeee! :)
- Noman: Hehe
- Me: will you name her Lisa
- Noman: So I am gonna name her Alia bint noman
- Me: WTH
- Me: WHAT ABOUT ME
- Noman: I can't think about my daughter the way I think about you!
Fuck this Flight Control game.
OMG. I KNOW, RIGHT. Tumblr-five!
So a bunch of things made me happy this morning.
1. Being #1 on my BFF’s list with _69_ stars.
2. Being #7 on emilyelisabeth’s list with 1,232,453 _stars_.
3. Being on yellowsuitcase’s list for being _completely crazy_.
I love you people (and everyone else on my Tumblr/Twitter). Thank you for making me feel special like The Specials.
Unsolicited Facts About Myself: SuDON’Tku
I’ve mentioned before that numbers mean nothing to me, and boy did I mean it. I can’t tell you my brother’s phone number or multiply single-digit numbers without pause at best or total failure AT USUALLY.
This has never been more evident than when I tried my hand at sudoku.
My wife has a book of this nonsense, and the puzzles increase in difficulty. She skipped the first few “chapters” because they were apparently “intro” puzzles for the uninitiated and orangutans.
I think she bought it when pregnant with my 2-year-old son. To this day, I have not completed one.
I have a feeling that I would be just like the rest of you mathletes if sudoku was based on pictures or something— I learn languages easily, and OWN pattern-recognition tests. But throw numbers in there, and it’s over. Just hand me my Easy-Bake Oven and let me go back to making pretty cupcakes.
Now if there was a sudoku based on TASTES…
It pains me, TO MY CORE, to admit I’ve never been very good at Soduku either. I give up too easily. I’ve convinced myself it’s not just for math nerds-it’s for any kind of nerd that I cannot be categorized as since I would fail this one simple test.
Now give me a logic puzzle, and I will rock the hell out of that mofo.
I bought a Sudoku puzzle book once but couldn’t figure it out. The numbers may as well have been little math teachers taunting me in unison from the printed page. So I called it a witch and burned it and will never open a Sudoku book again.
Trivia, that’s my game. I’ll beat your asses at Trivial Pursuit.
Not when the answer is MOOPS.
Also, I’m pretty badass at Sudoku. You see the difference between me and you guys? Wait. What? No, you racist.
- Friend: so whats for lunch today?
- Me: damn
- Me: i forgot my sandwich
- Friend: aw man
- Friend: now i feel bad for asking
- Me: :'(
- Friend: um no cafeteria?
- Me: uff
- Me: that's like saying "well you could have another baby" when someone has a miscarriage.