Question, question… Why the heck do I freak out so much when people know things about me without my permission? Especially certain people. Ugh. RANT RANT RANT.
Here’s a question: if our earth is turning at one thousand miles per hour, why can’t I jump on a trampoline in Los Angeles and end up in a diner in Phoenix a few minutes later? Right? Think deeply about that for a while.
–Ellen Degeneres’ chapter on deep thinkers in “Seriously…I’m kidding” (via breakingdownthedoor)
I REALLY want this book.
Via The Ellen DeGeneres ShowPeople have sex, and they kill each other. That’s the real world, not some magical feelings place.
– Carlton Lassiter to Burton Guster, Psych (via laughingoftenandmuch) Via Don't tell me what I can't do
About me
This is where I will one day enlighten you with very deep thoughts involving myself in relation to humanity and the life I find myself surrounded by. Believe me, I'll fill this thing so full of deep thoughts that your head will--or, I'll write about something not so deep, like ... buttah pats, which will lead you to wonder how I know so much about them. I will then proceed to examine your reactions and responses and figure out your birth order and relationship with your father--followed by a deep, deep question about... bagels. At this point, I will quickly begin the process of integrating such observations with my psychological knowledge and power, slowly overtaking your thoughts and claiming them as my own...your un-thoughts will be mine. I will then proceed to fulfill my bucket list aspiration of taking over the world through a bagel. And you thought the bagel question was just a joke... Muahaha... So yeah, someday I'll write about me!
