After all he put me through, I can still hear him say “You’re my back-that-ass-up plan” every time I use the term “back-up plan”.
If I use “Plan B”, I think of really nomalicious (LOOK! I coined a new word!) burgers at this restaurant in Glastonbury, CT and that makes me both hungry and sad. (They’re too far away for satisfying the craving…)
AND… to further add to the nuts driving, after I hear him say “back-that-ass-up plan”, freaking “I’m Yours” comes on whatever musical device I’m listening to.
Boys. Are. Stupid.
Nothing like getting a “Merry Christmas” text from an unexpected person… and not expecting the warm fuzzies that went along with it.
I love my drunk boys… Even if the other one gets all the attention, the one that sent the text is just as important to me.
Merry Christmas, you.
And thank you for everything… I’ll see you again soon.
tate langdon :: american horror story :: s1x01 - pilot
Cleaning out the TiVo led me to a special on the 25th anniversary of the Challenger Disaster.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I was watching it in Miss Freeman’s fourth grade classroom, curled up with Una, her Fidelco Guide Dog In Training. (She fostered the puppies so they could get socialized.) I’ll never forget the feel of the dog’s tongue as she licked the tears away. I became obsessed with it and I still have that scrapbook. It’s wicked thick, but it’s got articles from papers all over New England and from news magazines. It’s pretty comprehensive, actually. I even read the Rogers Commission report on the internet, and pieces of that were printed out and included.
Yeah. Obsessed is probably not a strong enough word… Kind of like my “interest” in the Salem Village (now Danvers) Witch Trials. (IT WAS NEVER ACTUALLY SALEM - except for their part in the political bullshit which triggered the ‘affliction’ in the girls. “Witch City” my ass.)
Anyhoo, so I turned on this special and suddenly realized it wasn’t CNN or anything national. Nope, it was from good ol’ WMUR, Channel 9, New Hampshire.
Nothing like watching basically an hour long memorial service to Christa McAuliffe, a teacher at Concord (NH) Nigh School.
I cried through the entire fucking thing, and then for an hour afterwards.
After all this time, after Columbia, after 9-11, after everything else I’ve lived through, the staying power of this one tragedy is astonishing.
Maybe it’s better that way…
I present the following three arguments:
Trolling tumblr for AHS themed playlists finds me lots of new music
Wanting a HUGE ass picture of Evan Peters has caused me to relearn Photoshop
Meeting new friends on tumblr is pretty cool, too
Most mindfucky episode of tv ever, and I spent the entire hour with people more obsessed than I am.
Life is good…