the part of the internet where you can temporarily assuage death anxiety by clicking on things repeatedly seems to not be working correctly tonight is everyone else having this problem is like a server down or
Oh cool this hotel bathroom has a fancy light-up magnifying mirror, also known as Popping Blackheads: The IMAX Experience.
More funny shit about working in Bakersfield: I was talking with some coworkers and someone mentioned that Kevin McCarthy would be at an event, and I was like “who?” So, fair play, he’s the house majority whip so he’s third in line behind Boehner and Cantor, so I should have heard of him I guess. But the look I got from everyone was exactly the same as when Rashida Jones first moved to Scranton and admitted that she didn’t know who Bob Vance of Vance Refrigeration was.
I just read a teen’s post on tumblr about J.M. Coetzee and how Disgrace is a terrible book because it’s all about how dude’s daughter gets raped so he can learn and grow as a person and that’s all women in art ever get used for? Which I don’t even know where to start with that? But then I was like what if I was an English professor and I literally had to sit and listen to a teen say this in class, and then not only would I not be allowed to chew my own face off as a response, I would actually have to form coherent words and sentences that in some way acknowledged what had just been said? Everyone e-mail your old English professors and thank them for being saints of the long-suffering variety.
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Interesting perspective, although I feel as though your thesis could use some fleshing-out.