John Travolta in Urban Cowboy. Holy beardiness.
The Golden Rule
One must remove their pants as soon as one gets home. It’s the rules and I always follow the rules.
Young, Foxy, and Free
Beards, Music, and Other Miscellaneous Musings.
(via adore-theworld)
I laughed more than I’m willing to admit at this.
Bringing gifts from the garden.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I can’t wait for my dad’s garden to come in. Nothing quite like homegrown squash and broccoli.
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This is a song about Elmo, Elmo in a nutshell-mo.
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Ganesh is the remover of obstacles and Shiva is the destroyer. When the smoke clears, Abraham Lincoln will be speaking Hindi and drinking mint juleps.
-Raj from the episode of Big Bang Theory that I’m watching right now.
I love Raj.
“Is This A Date?”
So, Sunday night one of my co-workers, who I’ll refer to as Tats McGee because of his impressive amount of tattoos, asked me to go grab some dinner. Tats has got hair down to ass, tattoos, piercings, and massive gauges in his ears. He looks like he would kick your ass, but he’s really one of the sweetest people. I didn’t think much of it because he is much older than me (20 years older to be exact) and, while we have a lot in common, we are completely different at the core of it so nothing would ever happen on my end in the relationship department anyway.
Tats and I meet up for dinner and everything is going fine. The food is good, my beer is good (side note: Tats ordered a vodka cranberry which really threw me off), and the conversation is good. We were two friends getting to know each other until the check came. He immediately goes to grab the check and that’s when I knew that this was a date. To even things out, I insisted on leaving the tip. If that wasn’t enough, the comment he made about my “sexy legs” sure drove the point home.
Tats and I leave the restaurant and he says “So, what do you want to do now?”, implying that the night was going to continue.
Me: “Oh, I have to work in the morning and I haven’t showered in, like, three days.”
Tats: “Well, we could go back to my house and smoke some if you wanted.”
Me: “Um…no…I really need to get home.”
Tats: “Well, we should hang out again. Maybe go see Men in Black 3?”
Me: “……I’ll have to check my work schedule. Okay bye!”
Why does this kind of stuff always happen to me?! Maybe this is why I’m single because only 40 year old men want to date me. Awesome.
still-as-starlight replied to your post: “Is This A Date?”
omg. that’s horrifying and awesome at the same time. depends if he’s just regular old or like, hot robert downey jr old?
He’s a very attractive guy and definitely doesn’t look 40, but…he’s still 40. He’s no Robert Downey Jr., though. Mmm…so fine.
WTF, Mate?
Still haven’t gotten my ticket for Bonnaroo and it’s in a week. Looks like I’m going to have to call them AGAIN. Worried Suzanne is very worried.
