book vs. iphone vs. parents

this chain on tumblr had me laughing out loud. it started with this one, and progresses into something absurd and funny. i don't want to spoil it with words. just look:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(tumblr credits: jolly joseph has the entire debacle posted at your disposal. further credits can be found there.)

 

 

 

Hey, kids (well, and adults, too...), actually read a book. Unless you are a book, then I guess convince your parents you're an iPhone. Unless of course you are an iPhone, then you're really just your parents...? I need to stop. My head is spinning. 

mechanic messes

sad to say my dear focus, aka Tommy Boy, died on me yesterday morning. with a million places to go and no way of getting there, bless Andrew for loaning me his car, aka Lucious Champagne (the names are absurd, I know, but it makes our otherwise bland cars fun.) but I can only steal L.C. for so long. attempts to charge Tommy failed miserably...apparently I'm lacking in knowledge of the lifespan of car batteries (why wasn't I taught this back in high school? it seems much more useful to me than pre-cal ever will be. but I digress.)

new battery in hand, andrew and I set out to change it ourselves. him, I had faith in. me, not so much. i'm rather car-ignorant. luckily for us, though, two neighbors jumped in and helped us (well, him) out. sporting worn-out denim and cans of beer (at 10 AM-they are champions!), they helped the mister bring my Tommy back to life.

it's times like these i'm grateful I didn't dive into total hermit mode and move to a house in the middle of nowhere. thank you, neighbors-turned-friends. and though I don't usually accept excessive outdoor Halloween decorations, yours are marvelous. Jack Skellington never looked so welcoming.

self expression winner

 

there really are no words to go with this photo that will do it justice. i will, however, say this: swagger knows no limits. 

i found this gem while perusing tumblr, in a post about fashion weeks around the world. the gentleman pictured is from Rio, probably pretty proud of the selection of soaps behind him, and (like myself), thinks matching is passe.

 

 

rock on, fashion stallion, rock on.





we know how i feel about stripes.

so that is exactly what i'm going to do.

sanity

it's probably lame to do a post like this. but after the less than lovely week i've had, i owe a lot to this kid. he has truly been my sanity this week. bringing me coffee, listening to my frantic phone call rants, and reminding me that though things may seem bad, they always get better. 

thank you for keeping things in perspective, for keeping me level-headed, and most of all, just for being there for me. 

i love you, mister.