...always a paradox.
Cartman sings Poker Face
This is my lucky bracelet.
This bracelet saved my life.
That’s a long story, but the point is:
I made this bracelet my lucky bracelet.
I bought it a long time ago to remind me of something when I needed reminding.
And that’s exactly what it does.
So here I am today, on the other side of a problem that for a very long time seemed impossible to overcome.
Sometimes solutions to big problems, even the biggest, can be found by just doing something. No matter how small.
Buy a bracelet. Get a tattoo. Move to another city.
Do. Something.
This makes me smile so very much.
Do something.
Morning Links:
- Google Music Search officially announced, launched.
- How The Other Side Eats: Breakfast food from around the world.
- Hey Jude: A Flowchart.
- Morning Distraction: Poke!
- Morning Wood: Tera Lynn is one of those girls. You know, the good looking kind.
- Morning List: 7 Bad Writing Habits You Learned in School.
- Bonus List: 8 Most Epic Abuses of Work Email Ever.
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Goodness gracious these things are adorable <33
Jim: You’re messing with me.
Michael: About what?
Jim: You did not have sex with Pam’s mom.
Michael: Oh, big time…
Jim: What kind of car does she drive?
Michael: She drives a green Camry.
Jim: *beep*
Michael: And the seats go all the way down…
A pastor writes to Andrew Sullivan:
Too bad the guy with the [anti-gay] passage from Leviticus tattooed on his arm didn’t read the next chapter:Of course since when is the Bible applied to oneself? It is apparently only to be applied to others, as an excuse for abuse.“You shall not make any gashes in your flesh for the dead or tattoo any marks upon you; I am the LORD”


