my mac got fixed for free because of some recalled part that was bound to wig out at some point, that’s on you apple mofos.
i found clarks wallabees for $20 at a 4th of july sale in an outlet mall, the only pair were my size, if that’s not fate i don’t know what is
i only spent two hours at the DMV registering my car
my rhode island car insurance policy ended up lower than my original quote
our remaining kitten is not going to die, as previously assumed
we got an AC for the bedroom
the kid i HATE on so you think you can dance got some injury, so now i don’t have to worry about him winning, he’s down for the count
I GOT A JOB
apparently i need 3 new tires, which will cost roughly $250, and my car may not pass state inspection without these 3 tires, which puts a real damper on the whole “i just got my car registered in a new state, yay” feeling
i need to purchase black slacks for my new job, and i can’t stand shopping for pants specifically
it’s so fucking hot in our apartment
me and D cannot earn a star ranking in the 150cc cups on mario kart wii for the life of us!!!! and we really want to get the last of the unlockables on the game
money money money, i have no money
out of laziness i have been going long stretches of time without washing my hair
we’ve eaten at two different restaurants in downtown Dublin and neither of our servers were Irish.
one was Australian and one was French.
oh and people are really into the world cup and all, but can a girl please find a place to watch fucking GAME 7?! i might have to resort to going to the hard rock cafe, and that is not something i will give in to very easily.
left on this £2 internet excursion in the Mercer hotel in Dublin.
we made it. we’re fucking tired as shit. the man in the aisle seat who controlled our fate on the plane not only had parkinson’s (i’m not assuming, it actually was the first thing he told me, other than his name) but he also REEKED of B.O.
“I think you’ll find the bottom of the ocean and the roof of the universe are very similar. After the stars stop and the void gets tired and the blackness is so bored it gets limp and grey. The roof of everything is like dry leather, like sand, like settled dust. Literally, nobody goes there. Like there are corners in your house, certain corners where the walls and ceiling join, where you’ve never ever looked, it’s like that. Just forgotten and empty and nothing and boring and too far away and too lonesome to give a damn about. Can’t give a damn about the bottom of the ocean, can’t give a damn about every damn place, there’s no time. I guess what I’m trying to say is this: certain people want to be forgotten, they don’t want you to care about them, so stop tryin’.”—Dan’s posts on saidthegramophoneare definitely my favorite