This BLAHg is nameless.
Most of the time I like to LOL, but sometimes I don't.
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Photo reblogged from A Conversation On Cool.
He only gets his rocks off while he’s dreaming, he only gets his rocks off while he’s sleeping.
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I wonder how many times you’ve been had
And I wonder how many plans have gone bad
I wonder how many times you had sex
And I wonder do you know who’ll be next
I wonder I wonder wonder I doI wonder about the love you can’t find
And I wonder about the loneliness that’s mine
I wonder how much going have you got
And I wonder about your friends that are not
I wonder I wonder wonder I doI wonder about the tears in children’s eyes
And I wonder about the soldier that dies
I wonder will this hatred ever end
I wonder and worry my friend
I wonder I wonder wonder don’t you?I wonder how many times you been had
And I wonder how many dreams have gone bad
I wonder how many times you had sex
And I wonder do you know who’ll be next
I wonder I wonder wonder I doRodriguez
Cold Fact
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Photo reblogged from We are just a million little gods
Armaments manufacturer Alfred Krupp who allegedly used slave labor to make weapons for the Nazis, contacted the famous Arnold Newman for a portrait in 1963.
Upon finding out that Newman was a Jew, Krupp refused to let him take the photograph. Newman insisted to have Krupp look at his portfolio before making a final decision and after seeing Newman’s portfolio Krupp accepted.
On July 6, 1963, they went into a factory in Essen which belonged to Krupp, where Newman decided to make Krupp look as evil as possible under the eerie demonic lighting of the factory.
When Krupp first saw the portrait he was livid. Newman was more tongue-in-cheek: “As a Jew, it’s my own little moment of revenge.”
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I’m updating my “needs in a man friend” list to reflect my current desires.Do you have a beard? Better say yes.Are you obsessed with sports? Better say yes.Do you like to sleep with the TV on? Better say yes.Do you have blonde hair? Better say no. Gross.Will you go see Star Trek: Into Darkness with me and not be awkward if I get a boner? Better say yes.Do you like to bang it out? Better say yes.Do you know why this lady at work is wearing a hot pink wig? Better say you don’t give a shit.Do you have a sense of humor? Better say yes.Do you think Jerryd Bayless has a cute butt? Better say yes, best butt in the biz.Will you just get me a glass of hot fat and bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia while you’re out there? Better say yes.If I act like an asshole and say I’m sorry, will you be like “ok meg, you get like 3 of these and then I’m over it?” Because I really need like 3 times to get it out of my system. Better say yes.Can you just like be cool, man? Better say yes.Can I hit in the morning without giving you half of my dough and even worse if I was broke would you want me? Better say yes.Do you think that new housewife on the RHOOC with the big teeth kinda needs to just mind her own shit? Better say you were too busy being not in my face while I’m watching Real Housewives to even know what I am talking about.I’m hungover and I’m real sorry if you just read this and hate me now. Bye.
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On Saturday I went out of town.I packed my bags, kept the same clothes on from the night before, loaded up the car and kissed my dog goodbye. “See you soon if I don’t die, old sport,” I whispered tearfully into his ear before heading out the door. I cranked up my country spotify playlist, zipped over to pick up my best friend Rachel and we were off.Fifteen minutes later, we’d reached our destination: the beautiful Mecca of West Memphis, home of Southland Park- a greyhound dog track and casino.I wasn’t feeling particularly lucky this Saturday afternoon, but it’s almost impossible not to win anything at the dog track and the beers are cheap so I figured “WHY THE HECK DURN NOT?”We grabbed some drinks, I grabbed a hot dog (it was pretty good), we purchased our race programs and settled in. A couple of races and a couple of bets in we were both in the hole but we pressed on, swigging our drinks and talking in the most redneck voices we could because we are cool and we are single and I have no idea why.Anyway, blahity blah blah- stuff happens, time passes, ”HERE COMMMEESSS RUSTY!” is said a lot, etc.Here’s the part where I let you know that BUD LIGHT PLATINUM WILL FUCK YOU THE FUCK UP. I’ve had like 4 of them and I’m totally hammered and out about $40 already.Things are going great. I decide we need to move to the front row so I can really BE IN THIS MOMENT. I open up my program and decide to start determining who will win the races based on how cool their names are because at this point I’m pretty much in full on “fuck it” mode.I flip to the next race and what do I see but OH EM GEE, LOOK RACHEL! The names of the #1 dogs in the next two races are Luc(k)as and Megan. THIS IS CLEARLY A SIGN. I knew we were meant to be together and now the gods of Southland Park know it too.Journey with me into the mind of a crazy person.I decide that if both Luc(k)as and Megan win their races, I am packing up my bags and moving to Ohio. Luc(k)as’s race is first. Rusty rounds the bend and the dogs are off. Luc(k)as runs a beautiful race and comes in 2nd place which I decide is totally fine because “first is the worst, second is the best, after all.” (I seriously fucking said that).All right, now Megan just needs to come in 2nd in her race too and I’m off to Ohio to stalk Lukas for the rest of his life. They walk the dogs for the next race out and Megan is a goddamn shit show. She’s smaller than all the other dogs and looks tense. I now see that according the program she’s never been in a single race before and I’m pretty sure she’s going to live up to her name is ruin this whole thing for me. But I love Megan so much already so I’m rooting for her to prove me wrong. PROVE US WRONG, MEGAN. Basically my entire future is riding on this poor little greyhound.The dogs take off and Megan is LENGTHS behind all the other dogs. She tries really hard and eventually catches up but still comes in dead last shattering all of my hopes and dreams and we both leave the track defeated and heartbroken. After that I continued a bad streak of luck down in the casino and will be launching a kickstarter today to fund my beer/hot dog diet for the remainder of the Western Conference Finals.All this being said, dog racing is awful and I do not support it.P.S. Sorry Lukas.
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Photoset reblogged from Afternoon Snooze Button
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I work really hard to maintain my friendships with people. I rarely walk away from a friend unless I really know that’s the only option and it’s what is best for my life and I never do so without considerable thought and hurt.My friends in Memphis are my family for the most part. I spend more time with them than my actual family because I live here alone. I have been single for almost 6 years aside from a couple of people I “dated” all less than a few weeks; and so my friends are my family, they are my relationship and they are important to me.Nothing hurts me more than hearing a friend of mine has been talking about me, particularly about things that are incredibly painful or personal. I suppose as we get older our circle of friends becomes smaller and it’s because we realize that we can’t keep everyone in our lives like we hoped we would. Some people care more about spreading gossip than they do about how they make their friends feel when they do it. At 29 years old, I don’t think I have a place for people like that in my life anymore.This weekend was difficult and I’m still a little raw about it this morning as I write this. It’s so hard for me not to let what other people say about me define who I am. I don’t enjoy being not liked or hurting others unintentionally. Many times, too easily, I allow people who hold no significance in my life to take from who I am and hinder the person I have come to be. I will let what I hear someone says about me that does not reflect who I truly am, sometimes have so much power that I let it define me for a little while and I sulk in it.I learn new things every day and try to learn things from every experience. This morning I went on a walk, still very angry and hurt. I finally came to some new conclusions for my life based off this one silly little incident that hurt me a lot more than I imagined it would. I hope that maybe sharing them with whoever cares to read this will be helpful for you too:People who truly care about me and deserve to be in my life will not attempt to bring me down or carry the same judgments the people of my past have carried.I have to remember to take the time to remind myself of who I’ve come to be on my own terms, not who other people have deemed me to be, especially people who don’t know me.If I judge others or talk about others the same way they do about me, I’m no better than them. I need to remember to respect the people who come into my life and their privacy.People can only take from me what I allow. If I allow others to define who I am, I am giving them the power to dictate where my path will lead.
