Some silly (read: irritating) kids keep inviting me to use this silly (read: irritating) app on Facebook that allows people to answer various questions posed about yourself.
According to anonymous people, not only am I belligerent to the nursing home crowd, I am both a gang-banging vandal and a camel.
However, I could probably solve an algebra problem faster than a bear could.
Probably.
Clinging on by a facking string over here, guys.
Quit playin’ games with my <3
Facebook is tempting me with too many juicy life options.
DECISIONS, DECISIONS.
Modern design ≠ Hipster
Unhappy Hipster ≠ Newest internet meme
Our generation + Getting over “hipster” as a go-to qualifier = What needs to happen ASAP
“Oh, look, you guys. A hipster masquerading as a flying squirrel.”
I don’t care how funny, witty, uproariously prolific you are as a writer and how hilarious your monkey jokes are to your 34298734982 followers.
If you have a layout that uses #CCCCCC font on #FFFFFF background with a curly header font in pink, I will claw my eyes out and yours too.
I’m glad we’ve straightened that out.
the only thing that comes to my mind is the word “resuscitate.”
As in, “Resuscitatin’ this blog like it’s under damn cardiac arrest, so subscribe, betch!”
(How to get ahead of the rat race: threats really do work.)
via Rational Wiki
I actually understand nothing that’s happening here. As in, if I said I understood the yelling at the camel part but not the yellow font part, I’d be lying.
This too.
Quit playin’ games with my heart, Internet.
between making a Facebook for deceased military dictators and cats.
Because one of my friends definitely just listed the activities of the one feline in her life, including “chasing things, lasers, being sassy,” not to mention that the “About Me” part says “Mao.”
Nothing. Is. Sacred.
| Isabela: | So there's this huge internet trend right now to post your bra color. |
| Me: | What if you're not wearing one? |
| Isabela: | ... |
| Isabela: | Au natural? |
Whoa, Tumblr. Way to integrate the ask feature right after I dabble in Formspring and not even notify the woman in your life. So hurt.
“not dating until 16” of the internet.
Fucking prudes.
(via drinkyourjuice)
I sympathize so well only because I had to get a prescription for Prozac after watching Aragorn and Arwen get hitched in the last Lord of the Rings movie.
Reality, you’s a cruel mistress.
Freaks me out because it’s like we can’t stop time.
Oh, wait.
Offering myself as guinea pig numero uno in an online social experiment.
Or I’m just bored. Anyway.
Anonymity guaranteed or your money back!
