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Nace un mundo cuando hablas
caen las hojas cuando callas
y en tus ojos vive un dios.
La belleza está grabada
en tu espalda y en tus alas
y si caminas arde el mar…-Rosa Cedrón, Arde el Mar
Single and looking to find a date: Whiskey, neat.
Single, and looking to hook up with someone, anyone: Long Island Ice Tea.
First date: A Martini, straight up and dirty.
Second date: Red wine, with dinner. (A Merlot, or a Pinot Noir.)
First time you casually invite them in for a drink: The bottle of Sauvignon Blanc you were saving to bring to a friend’s dinner party, but decide it’s very worth it to open now instead.
Sunday morning, after spending the entire weekend together for the first time: Mimosas, to celebrate your blissful coupledom.
Yeah, I actually sortof buy this.
A Drink for Every Stage of Your Relationship - HowAboutWe
h/t @ihatesomuch
Shit DC says: so, what do you do?
This and the NYC one circulating on the same day make me realize just how split my loyalties are. LOVE YOU BOTH EQUALLY.
DC: I love you in ways that continue to surprise and impress me.
(But seriously, getting to H street sucks.)
True story: I only saw the last twenty minutes of the movie (HBO, bitches!) and based only on that, I deduced that this movie is the story of a boy ship captain who is also a ghost whisperer/hunter. And some kid that was once a stowaway on his ship but fell off and drowned due to lax safety regulations and a certain violation of child labor laws. So the kid drowned but then wanted to help his captain find love in the arms of Skinny Mildly Pretty Chick With Forgettable Personality (SMPCWFP). And then they play baseball. I wasn’t really paying attention. I don’t remember how it ends but I’m pretty sure there’s a swordfight and a giant octopus. And then the ghost hunter releases the boy ghost. And then makes out with SMPCWFP.
I still have no idea what it’s called (Terror on the High Seas or maybe Love in the Time of Hauntings?) but I never actually want to watch the movie for fear that its plot deviates at all from what I described above.
Sidenote: “I can feel you forgetting me”? Please. Passive-aggressive much?
(Source: imgfave, via tearsandlaughter)
onebadapple replied to your post: Wherein Soap Becomes A Multi-Day Ordeal And Our Hero Falls In Love
UPS is THE WORST and I will shout it from the rooftops until the day I die.
UPS wasn’t the best. However, the story gets better.
Today. 4:30pm rolls around and UPS guy stops off and gives me the package. (Btw, did he ask me to sign for it? The entire point of why UPS was unable to drop it off in the first place? No. No, he did not.)
The box is huge and I’m confused because I ordered three bars of soap. OR DID I?
It started, as these things often do, innocently enough and with the best of intentions. I needed soap and chose to be efficient and avoid a 12 minute walk to Target that would inevitably end with buying approximately 15 other things I didn’t need. (The last Target trip? Garbage bags and hangers. Now I’m not saying I regret the decision to also buy racquetball gear just in case my true calling was international racquetball star, but I sortof do.)
So instead of taking the trip to Target, I bought soap from Amazon. I get it delivered to my house AND I avoid buying needless other stuff. Plus, I get to both stay in sweatpants and feel accomplished. Everyone wins; Especially me. I ask for the soap to get delivered to my apartment because while I’m entirely comfortable having clothes, video games, and wine delivered to my office, apparently I think that letting my coworkers know that I use soap is weird and unprofessional.
Fast-forward two days and I have a sticker from UPS informing me that while UPS is cool with leaving a PS3 and DVDs and books on my doorstep, soap is going to require a signature. I live alone and my apartment doesn’t have a doorman or anything, so I can’t have anyone sign for it but me. I log on to the UPS site and I’m informed that for the low, low price of $40 a year, I can e-sign, reschedule deliveries, and even change the delivery address. In for a penny, in for a pound and all that jazz, right? So I bit the bullet and pay the $40…only to then be told that changing the delivery address? They can’t give me a specific date for it. And rescheduling deliveries? The Adding Insult To Injury fee of an extra $5.
Which brings us to today. At this point I’ve paid a little under $60 for dove soap. DOVE SOAP. And all UPS will tell me is that it’ll be delivered by the end of the day which translates to me sitting around the house having paid for the convenience of waiting for the most expensive soap in all the land.
At least I have time to practice my racquetball swings for the rest of the day.
In non-soap related news, I may have fallen in love with a girl I met at a bar. I’ve drafted the craigslist missed connection:
Location: Duffy’s Irish Pub
You: By the bar. Blonde, mid-20s, in full Packers regalia and double-fisting PBRs. You took a sip from one of the two open cans and managed to spill it all over your face. That would deter some people, but not you, my bacchanalian delight. No, instead of pausing, putting down one (or both) cans, and getting a napkin, you—without even missing a beat—finished you gulp and then used the entire length of your shirtsleeve to soak that stuff up. You then continued to drink and then cheered Green Bay’s first down.
Me: The guy staring dumbfounded with a look of disgust, shock, and admiration all rolled into one. This is what love is like, right?
Drinks soon?
May we all be so fortunate to have something like this.
Old Couple (by yonas1)
Meet the incredible smiling seal!
How an intrepid photographer crawled across the ice on his stomach to get these amazing images
It’s Friday and there’s an adorable and huggable and ridiculously cute seal on your tumblr dashboard. Life is ok.
(via npr)
