what the fuck is up yall? i’m bored.
Agreed.
I’m sick of reading about topherchris selling out to the man. Fuck.
I like it. I like other things on my tongue better but this will do for tonight.
Like my ballsssss. ohhhhhhhhh!
Surprise!!!! Consider this my cheap & crude Secret Santa gift.
Git er done, gurl. Apparently you cant buy class.
Yup, sure can’t be bought. Or borrowed. Or stolen. Stay classy yourself blogger. Stay fuckin’ classy.
What Tumblr feels the need to reblog one of the angry vaginal stooges so frequently that we all may as well chip in to get him a flashlight for Christmas? That would allow the blogger, who shall remain nameless, to find their way around in the dark seeing that it seems as though he has his head up her ass. That’s the onlylogical way to explain how he manages to reblog something cutesy-wutesy within minutes after she does almost every time. Well, actually, there is something called stalking but we will stick with him just having his head up her ass for now.you?
Nice try. However cutesy-wutesy was your clue to look elsewhere.
Behold the barfing panda of rainbows and pretty photos.
An FYI for everyone out there. topherchris is now the 4th angry vaginal stooge. Why you ask? Good question. Have you seen his avatar pic?!? If that does not scream, “I’m an angry vaginal stooge and I ain’t gonna take it anymore!!”, I’m not sure what does.
i’d hate to make a connection between Stephen Hawking and a quote i heard in a movie once, but this reminds me of a stoner conversation in igby goes down.
its like reverse darwinism man. like when a less evolved species is better equipped to survive than a more evolved creature. if you think about it isnt really reverse darwinism, as much as bigger picture darwinism, if you will.i think the movie alludes to the emotional evolution that drives people to search for meaning in their life, or causes people to hurt one another, or causes some (as in igby’s fathers case) to go mad. it seems like those with a simpler mind, and less weighed down by their intellect, are happier.
but even in a more basic way, i dontknow that intelligence is all that valuable of a trait as far as evolutionary standards go (unless you think being able to dazzle your peers with your intellect will improve your standing in the social arena, and therefore your ability to propagate your seed). we still haven’t found a cure for cancer, and once we do there will be some other fatal illness to take its place. we destroyed the earth. we’re one PMS induced rage away from the bomb. we’ve all been stroking our big masturbatory shlong of intellect, while our real survival skills have completely atrophied. i’m sure the cokaroaches will have a great go at it once we’re gone.
So let me set the scene first. Around 3:00 I decided to rip off a couple of huge bong hits, pour myself a strong four fingers of Bushmills and turned up (REAL LOUD) some new Taj Mahal. I figured before I allow the day to drift away I would do a little blog reading & I came across some Internet parsing of Igby Goes Down dialogue.
Nice job on your part & I see where you are coming from. Now here’s what I got for you: Ignorance is bliss. The meaning of life is whatever you make it out to be for yourself and does not hinge on the intelligence you may or may not have compared to others. The minute you decide to let others define what life should be about, or what you “need” to know, is the minute you start living their fucking life. I mean God bless these people who write books filled with words that they believe life should be about. But how does some intellect, who wants to make money writing books & who grew up in Chicago, LA, or even NY, know what my life or your life should mean, or what we all need to know to be happy? Especially when it comes to the grand scheme of things.
Our lives are minuscule, too small to even try and measure, when it comes to taking everything that happens around us into account. My point is this: Learn about what interests you. Read, listen to, watch, eat, drink, create, discover, experience, indulge in, whatever-the-fuck matters-to-you. Don’t try to become something you can’t ever be. Even when it comes to sharing your life. When in a relationship don’t sacrifice what’s important to you so that you can make someone else happy or, even worse, in an attempt to impress them. Say the person you share your bed with does not like the cereal you eat in the morning? Try something new. It’s only cereal. Now what if the person who you share your bed with thinks your favorite author, the person whose writing you are passionate about, is a hack and they think you should get past reading them and start reading their favorite author, who everyone but you finds brilliant? Pack it up and move on. Too many people fail to see it’s your own life to live. It’s not for others to tell you how to live or what you have to know to get by.
The people who, in my opinion, will evolve the best are the ones who know what they need to be happy and are content with that.
My glass is empty which does not make me happy. Plus my simple mind is thirsty.
