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Here's a question for ya...

thebeemilla:

Is it inappropriate to tell a total stranger that they smell good?

I am actually told this quiet often when I wear a certain cologne.

With every time I respond as thus, “Uhhh…thank you.”

“Was that weird?”

“Well…no, it’s just hard to respond. Thanks though.”

There was actually a worker at Panera Bread who would always refer to me as “That smell good guy” when I came in. That was a little awkward sometimes and disappointing that it wasn’t Mat with 1 t who was always at the register beside her.

Oh Mat with 1 t…I love you.

I hate everyone.

kiamatthews:

Especially you.

But I like you :\

So Sting and Bono have this argument....

youroldarchenemycatwoman:

thewayoftheworld:

I am considering re-purposing my tumblr blog to document and chronicle the weird things that have been transpiring as of late.

For instance, last night I dreamt that Sting and Bono got into an argument. Srsly. Sting called Bono a furry hobbit and instructed him to back up his pipe weed and head back to the shire.

Where is this stuff coming from? You can’t make this stuff up. (Well, maybe some of it.)

last night i dreamt that i was Madonna’s new nanny. Lourdes and Rocco (i think that’s her son’s name. he looked like a mini Guy Ritchie) were severely out of control while she was off gadding about with this Jesus person. i had my hands full. Jesus was a pervert and kept undressing me with his eyes. Madge was looking rough. i was scared to death of her, but yet i argued with her about her lack of parenting. the household was mayhem.

i have no idea where that one came from either. i don’t read tabloids because frankly i could care less. weird.

I am severely jealous of your dream.

day three and almost 6,000 words

(via youroldarchenemycatwoman)

I got drunk and couldn’t write yesterday and am busy today until much later.

Day three and I’m sitting at 1800 words. :(