Yes. It’s genius.
I find them utterly incomprehensible, which I kind of like. Probably because it’s a mirror image of my brain, except that Mark E. Smith seems to know what he’s doing.
I’m not sure what the hell it was I just saw, but I’m pretty sure it was genius.
See how long that lasts…
The problem with not using Tumblr (or Facebook or Twitter) without deleting it is that I’m always compelled to check it. Even though I know there’s nothing at all for me to see 90% of the time. Just having a Tumblr account means I have to go to it. Because God forbid I miss something of some significance to me that one of the very few people I follow utters into the vast, empty, cosmic void that is the internet.
In any case, it’s a great day to be mentally ill.
I think I still don’t have any clue how to use Tumblr.
Dammit, why won’t Facebook work in this stupid hotel?!
I want sleep.
I also want Cheerios.
And if my brain didn’t hate me, a punchline would go here.
Situational sadness is to depression what the Olive Garden is to Italy.
There goes my night.
Jif is a peanut butter company. And “gif” has no outside reference that I know of.
I’ll stick to pronouncing it “gif.” I don’t give a damn what the inventor has to say about it.
Let’s all remember to stop being so hard on ourselves forever — Dan Kennedy (via thegreatmayhaps)