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What I hope to be as a grandparent...
Grandpa: Do we really have to take them to the fucking zoo?
Grandma (holding a pamphlet about the zoo): Look, this is the stupid shit that they're into, so this is where we gotta go.
Grandpa (pointing to a picture in the pamphlet): What the fuck is that? A chipmunk?
Grandma: It's a fucking rabbit!
--St. Mark's Place, Staten Island
I find it hard to believe that my God would consign four-fifths of the world to...– Barack Obama, in a 2004 interview on his faith. (via gregbrown) (via hahanotfunny)
tuneage: Fleet Foxes - “Sun Giant/White Winter Hymnal” (A Take Away Show) The ‘killer feature’ of the Fleet Foxes for me is their harmonies, and realizing that their harmonies are not studio tricks and they really do sound that good only makes the Fleet Foxes more appealing. In case you needed proof that they can harmonize better than you can, check out this Take Away Show. (thanks to Lauren...
You can tell a lot about a man By the woman he loves Because nothing else...– (via crazyfor-you) (via skysignal) (via hahanotfunny)
..after a series of shooting the shit
JP: I fucked up pretty badly. I don't know if I'll get in trouble for fucking up or not.
I might find that out tomorrow, or I might find that out weeks from now.
me: Well hopefully it will all turn out ok.
JP: Let's hope.
I'm sorry I've dropped off the face of the earth.
You know how when you do something bad and you just don't want to confront it so you hide?
That's what I'm doing.
me: Well we'll talk about it when you finish your paper.
I miss you from my hiding spot though.
That's why I wanted to chat.
me: I know, I miss you too.
JP: Are you doing anything interesting tonight?
me: I'm keeping busy.
When you say you've done something bad, you're talking about your paper?
JP: I'd say it's about 60% paper, 40% neglecting you.
JP: The 40% was why I didn't sign onto gmail today.
I was too scared to apologize.
JP: Well, I like you, and you've tolerated me so far, so don't stop now.
me: Well don't do things that would make me stop, sir. I like you.
JP: Don't worry, next weekend you'll get to meet a whole bunch of people who have tried at one time or another to keep me from putting things off until the last minute and holing myself up with nothing but Dr. Pepper in order to get finished.
me: is that supposed to be comforting?
JP: I don't know.
I'm not good at comforting people so I usually don't try.
That's just what I'm doing now.
Staying at work and drinking Dr. Pepper.
I can't even cover up my fuckups right.
me: in your paper?
JP: No, with you.
And not quitting you, I'm quitting digging myself a deeper hole.
Except evidently not.
This is what I mean when I say I'm bad at comforting people.
me: John, if I keep talking to you right now about it, we're both going to get upset and you're going to get distracted from your paper. It's probably better for both of us if you just focus on your paper, and we just talk on Saturday.
JP: Yeah, you're right.
I miss you now though.
me: I know. It'll be the weekend before you know it.
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