If everyone could install XKit and use it to turn on photo replies to your posts by default—as we all once did in the ancient much-lamented days of Missing E—I would really appreciate it because I have all of these gifs and they’re just sitting here, looping forlornly.

Filed under I have been awake for 37 hours we're pretty much at Colossal Pillar of Wasp Eggslevels of punchy now
And thus our saga concludes.
[zoom in on remaining half of pear tree]
…Or does it?
Before & after. Damn near half of an 11-yard-tall bradford pear tree broke off in Thursday’s high winds, bounced off my fence (breaking eight pickets), and then slid downhill. Extracting it required cutting it into ten foot sections with a chainsaw (while standing on a slick 40 degree slope, mind you), dragging it uphill and around the house, then breaking it down so that no part is larger than a yard so that the people we pay to take away the trash will actually take away the trash. I have seen them out there with measuring tape.
Feeling super butch this morning. So butch that I might have butch poisoning. Oh god I’m dizzy. I’m going to go lay down for a while.
Filed under I already did not have warm feelings about bradford pears but now I want to clense them from the world with fire
But only by like a month.
Filed under *urp*
Chris: Who is Dylan O’Brien?
Me: SOO tempted to send you a LMGTFY link right now. But basically he’s an actor from a show tumblr is obsessed with about teenage werewolves.
Me: Also he is very very pretty.
Chris: LMGTFY?
Me: http://lmgtfy.com/?q=lmgtfy
Chris: Oh fuck youuuuuuuuuu
Looks like I have exciting weekend plans. Thanks, derecho!
Filed under ugh at least I get to use a chainsaw?
I TOLD YOU FUCKERS — Jill Stein, June 6th 2013
I’m about to start charging Randall Munroe rent.
Filed under get out of my wig randall
It has rained every day this week. You think that stopped us? Pictured: waving “hi” to tropical storm Andrea.
There’s nothing quite like being locked out of a hotel room at 4 AM, a mere twenty feet from a desperately needed shower, 16 feet from a more-desperately needed coffee pot, to help you fully appreciate the thin veneer of civilization which holds us all in check. I’m about to go track down the loud-ass goose that led me outside in the first place, half awake and craving a smoke, and give him a light cunt punting.
Filed under i'm just waiting for someone inside to wake up because really this is my own damn fault well mine and that fucking goose's