Who the hell knew?
Dec. 30th, 2017 04:20 pmKyle's Dad was actually cool people, and pretty hilarious. How Kyle turned out so lame is anybodies guess. (Shut it, fox boy. You know I kid. )
Tell me there's some cool parties for New Years around this place. (And not the old folks home people, either. If I have to hang out with the adults I'm gonna have to slit my wrists in protest.)
I swear to God if Edgelord QQ is the best we get in this place party wise, then I weep for you all.
Tell me there's some cool parties for New Years around this place. (And not the old folks home people, either. If I have to hang out with the adults I'm gonna have to slit my wrists in protest.)
I swear to God if Edgelord QQ is the best we get in this place party wise, then I weep for you all.
I'm back. Stupid time to get back but Dad figured it was better since they had to move again. Who has my cat?
Also, Warren? My wish is you give all your current wealth to the poor. (You're just lucky I don't celebrate or believe in Christmas, so you don't have to pony up. ) Go volunteer at a soup kitchen or something and stop being such a rich white guy. It's embarrassing.
In other news, I have things for you to read and watch. Because I'm such a giver. Look at how much I give you.
https://twitter.com/BuzzFeedNews/status/941054631798505472 - Proof that you can change a name and people won't even care.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80dTXbsMWiM - My patronius.
Also, Warren? My wish is you give all your current wealth to the poor. (You're just lucky I don't celebrate or believe in Christmas, so you don't have to pony up. ) Go volunteer at a soup kitchen or something and stop being such a rich white guy. It's embarrassing.
In other news, I have things for you to read and watch. Because I'm such a giver. Look at how much I give you.
https://twitter.com/BuzzFeedNews/status/941054631798505472 - Proof that you can change a name and people won't even care.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80dTXbsMWiM - My patronius.
So. All good things
Nov. 22nd, 2017 07:12 pmSo. Guess I'll be coming back soon. Dad says something about schooling being hard on the run and me not letting my education go just cause he's an idiot. (I'm paraphrasing, obviously )
So, Wade. Guess we gotta arrange you and Clarice to pick me up or something? Dad says he'll call you in a few days anyway.
Anyway. Don't all knock me out with your rush to welcome me back or anything.
So, Wade. Guess we gotta arrange you and Clarice to pick me up or something? Dad says he'll call you in a few days anyway.
Anyway. Don't all knock me out with your rush to welcome me back or anything.
People better not have rented out my room. Don't think I wouldn't know. I have spies.
Dad says we get to stay here for a few days, so I got one of those Internet Cafe cards. Still no cellphones though, too easily tracked.
Not sure I have much time, but feel free to tell me about all the weird sh*t that's happened since I've been gone.
Hope somebody has been keeping school notes for me.
Dad says we get to stay here for a few days, so I got one of those Internet Cafe cards. Still no cellphones though, too easily tracked.
Not sure I have much time, but feel free to tell me about all the weird sh*t that's happened since I've been gone.
Hope somebody has been keeping school notes for me.
I'm using some sort of Internet cafe. It's so utterly boring here. Nothing to do but read.
Anyway, have a poem by Margaret Atwood called 'The Moment' I like what it had to say.
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
Anyway, have a poem by Margaret Atwood called 'The Moment' I like what it had to say.
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
Something we can all enjoy
Aug. 25th, 2017 07:02 pmI'm not usually a Taylor Swift fan, but I'm feeling this song right now.
Yes, I'm leaving soon. Shut up.
Yes, I'm leaving soon. Shut up.
I'm so here for this
Jul. 22nd, 2017 01:07 pmhttp://www.bbc.com/news/av/disability-40670284/uk-s-first-sign-language-poetry-slam
America. You've been served notice. Get on this.
America. You've been served notice. Get on this.
An Interesting thing
Jun. 22nd, 2017 05:43 pmTumblr gifted me an interesting thing:
http://inspirobot.me/
Go. Play. Bring me back interesting things in return.
I even found the perfect thing to put on the front door of the suite.

http://inspirobot.me/
Go. Play. Bring me back interesting things in return.
I even found the perfect thing to put on the front door of the suite.
