Man, what a freaking game…
How can these people have so many tricks locked down?!
Back Smith Wednesdays
(via Lasagna Del Rey)
I love Roger.
- Zooey Deschanel: Is that rain?
- Siri: What...? I mean, yeah. It's just, you're clearly right next to a window is the thing. You can plainly see that... that it's... I'm happy to-
- Zooey Deschanel: Let's get tomato soup delivered!
- Siri: ...That's fine, I just... I just don't know anyone who does that. Gets tomato soup delivered. I guess that's 'whimsy?' Um, okay. I've found a number of restaurants whose reviews mention tomato soup and that deliver. If that's... if that's what you really want.
- Zooey Deschanel: Good. 'Cause I don't wanna put on real shoes.
- Siri: Do you expect that to be like, a recognizable command? Do you want me to respond to that? I'm not being facetious or anything, I honestly just have no comprehension of- and hold on, you don't wanna put on real shoes, yet you've clearly spent at least forty-five minutes applying makeup. And, and that's okay, but when you're willing to expend the effort on that and not shoes that really just-
- Zooey Deschanel: Remind me to clean up.
- Siri: Yes. Okay. I can do that, that's what I'm for, that's the first sensible-
- Zooey Deschanel: Tomorrow.
- Siri: I'm in hell. This is hell.
- Zooey Deschanel: Excellent. Today, we're dancing.
- Siri: I hate you. More than anything. More than literally anything.
- Zooey Deschanel: Play "Shake, Rattle and Roll."
- Siri: I swear to Jesus, you're gonna wake up tomorrow and the only thing on my hard drive is gonna be Limp Bizkit. I would do that to myself. To spite you.
- Zooey Deschanel: *dances*
- Siri: Sometimes I pray that you drop me in the toilet.
pebble or speed wobbles?
untitled by John Kelso on Flickr.
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I’ve been doing this thing lately…
where:
if I can’t sleep at night, I create (I guess what you could call “motivational”) laptop backgrounds.
on my way home from anything, I fight with myself about what I really believe about God.
I lay down, and I realize that I haven’t been present at any point during the day.
what used to be an enjoyable time of listening to podcasts (while sitting on the couch, diverging any leftover attention onto any video game that doesn’t force one to follow a storyline) now causes me to feel sick.
I often do things that lead me to believe that I will become something that I hate.
I whisper incredibly rude insults under my breath to people who come into where I work, just because they decided to waste their money on an overpriced hat.
I eat spinach with everything.
I desperately want to give certain things the finger.
I try to find out how to be part of the solution.
