Smarter Than Me

Veronica Mars is smarter than me; you're not.

But really: I love good grammar, coffee, Montreal, and the internet. I work hard and party harder, and you can read all about it (and other stuff I like on any given day) right here.

Ran into someone I’ve been avoiding for over a year last night. She was getting out of a taxi, and Adam and I were getting in, and I was surprised but happy for the opportunity, because he said, “hey!” and I did too, no hesitation, and she straight up ignored me and, well, as Adam put it, I guess that’s the result of me being 28 and she being 21 and lord knows I’ve been a pussy about a billion times in my life and I don’t always get to be forgiven.

So that’s cool, I guess, but Jess, if you still read this from time to time, I’m sorry for taking advantage of you like an opportunity to explore my latent potential as a grown-up lesbian. I didn’t think I was doing that, but in hindsight I think maybe I was. At least I can admit it, and say I’m sorry here, and you are under no obligation to forgive and forget because who am I to insist on that?

A watched coffee pot doesn’t cure a hangover.

—Something I just came up with.

coketalk: I’m totally addicted to answering people’s questions with a thoughtful musical selection on this emotional baggage website. Welp, just figured out what me and Tiny are doing with our lives.

coketalk:

I’m totally addicted to answering people’s questions with a thoughtful musical selection on this emotional baggage website.

Welp, just figured out what me and Tiny are doing with our lives.

I HAVE STUFF TO DO!

The owner of the building just walked in like he owns the place (technicality!) and I was totally on a roll today! I dropped off my ID at the optometrist after two weeks of dodging phone calls, called Fido to make sure I was allowed to have free internet again, and ordered a renewal form for my expired medicare card and NOW I have to call some government guy who probably leaves work at 4:30pm and they’ve been here for an hour!

I only have 20 minutes left to make yet another personal call! Go away!

I just listened to the world’s most boring persona have three conversations while on the bus.

It’s her friend’s boyfriend’s birthday.

She left her last job on good terms.

She finished the project last week.

SALLY or DAN will write a good letter for him.

Wait, what? Ask a lawyer? Marty’s a good kid with a great family? Poor guys is going to have to deal with the stigma?

Suddenly this conversation is fascinating. Goddamnit I wish I’d made friends with her in the line!!!

See, guys, this is why you should be nice to everybody.

Oh, it was just an ounce of weed. Fuck, this IS the most boring conversation… Did I just miss my stop?

sade: s/o to my dumbfuck co-worker i have to deal with on a daily basis I hate my roommate because he has been looking for a job for three months and hasn’t found one even though he apparently treats this like his full time job. I.e.: he gets up at 8am every morning and gets annoyed when I watch Gilmore Girls after midnight. This is a person whose life goal is to shape economic policy but he can’t get hired at Timmy Ho’s.

sade:

s/o to my dumbfuck co-worker i have to deal with on a daily basis

I hate my roommate because he has been looking for a job for three months and hasn’t found one even though he apparently treats this like his full time job. I.e.: he gets up at 8am every morning and gets annoyed when I watch Gilmore Girls after midnight.

This is a person whose life goal is to shape economic policy but he can’t get hired at Timmy Ho’s.

(Source: imperialbedrooms)

So there’s this couple sharing a room…

They are the only couple in the building that shares a room. It’s basically student housing post-res, so everyone is in a tiny bedroom in apartments of four or five people. So we have these exchange students who I guess insisted on being together in a room, making a five-person apartment a six person apartment, and even though I’m the kind of crazy girlfriend who would insist on that, I think this chick is whack.

Actually, I mostly didn’t care until today, when I noticed that she has consistently been giving me the stink-eye when I’m speaking to her boyfriend, who is the porte-parole for both of them.

Honey, I have to respond to him if he’s the one asking the question. If you don’t want him talking to girls, you should start speaking for him. It’s clear you make all of his decisions for him anyway.

adamalone asked: That shot - you in a studio in Montreal in November 2010, double exposed with a street in Soho (maybe Tribeca? I can't remember) shot in November 2011.

Double-expose me with my city!

Please.