LIFE BY PROXY

July 24
looking down on michigan
looking down on michigan
July 23
(via stephanieho)
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kdollaghan:

rocketboom:

“On board Air Canada 981 bound to Toronto from Nassau we saw the launch of the shuttle.”

holy smokes!
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train home tonight, between western and california. today was ROUGH, son. I woke up and realized that I hadn’t ironed any of the clothes I washed this weekend and it was already 7:05. So I turned on the iron and went to town on the pants I bought last week but hadn’t worn yet. I stepped into them, but tripped hard as I put my second leg in and my foot came down on the zipper, breaking its teeth. But I didn’t have any other ironed pants (and hadn’t shave my legs so I couldn’t wear a skirt without scaring children) so I had to wear them. At the time, I was like, no big deal! My shirt is kinda long and the zipper is high on these pants. Not true. To make matter worse, my underwear was not the same color as my pants. The pants were grey tweed, the undewear hot pink (TMI, yeah?). FAIL. Plus, I can’t leave the house knowing that hot appliances are still…hot, because one of my greatest fears is causing a fire. So in a recently-rare fit of OCD, I took the iron with me. I’m fucking nutso. Yeah. But you know, my grandpa once started a fire like 40 years ago by leaving the toaster plugged in, so it’s totally rational. I got to work without incident and went to pee. While I was flushing, I somehow, someway cut my hand. The flushers on the toilets are too high to use a foot, and I pulled up on the thing and it bit into my hand and drew blood. I can’t think of a dirtier way to cut one’s hand, other than to cut it on a particularly sharp turd. I should probably go to the doctor or something. Things went pretty well all morning, until I went with my awesome boss to get coffee and candy. I made the mistake of getting my third iced redeye along with a gigantic bag of pull and peel twizzlers *and* wasabi peas (I should really only eat them shits in private). Six hours later, I still feel sick. Tomorrow will be better. I’m going to see The Dark Knight at the Navy Pier Omnimax, too.

train home tonight, between western and california. today was ROUGH, son. I woke up and realized that I hadn’t ironed any of the clothes I washed this weekend and it was already 7:05. So I turned on the iron and went to town on the pants I bought last week but hadn’t worn yet. I stepped into them, but tripped hard as I put my second leg in and my foot came down on the zipper, breaking its teeth. But I didn’t have any other ironed pants (and hadn’t shave my legs so I couldn’t wear a skirt without scaring children) so I had to wear them. At the time, I was like, no big deal! My shirt is kinda long and the zipper is high on these pants. Not true. To make matter worse, my underwear was not the same color as my pants. The pants were grey tweed, the undewear hot pink (TMI, yeah?). FAIL. Plus, I can’t leave the house knowing that hot appliances are still…hot, because one of my greatest fears is causing a fire. So in a recently-rare fit of OCD, I took the iron with me. I’m fucking nutso. Yeah. But you know, my grandpa once started a fire like 40 years ago by leaving the toaster plugged in, so it’s totally rational.

I got to work without incident and went to pee. While I was flushing, I somehow, someway cut my hand. The flushers on the toilets are too high to use a foot, and I pulled up on the thing and it bit into my hand and drew blood. I can’t think of a dirtier way to cut one’s hand, other than to cut it on a particularly sharp turd. I should probably go to the doctor or something.

Things went pretty well all morning, until I went with my awesome boss to get coffee and candy. I made the mistake of getting my third iced redeye along with a gigantic bag of pull and peel twizzlers *and* wasabi peas (I should really only eat them shits in private). Six hours later, I still feel sick. Tomorrow will be better. I’m going to see The Dark Knight at the Navy Pier Omnimax, too.

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group shakey-face pictures in my room last (07) june. carrie, erin, cristina, gus, jen, stess, brandon.
group shakey-face pictures in my room last (07) june. carrie, erin, cristina, gus, jen, stess, brandon.
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i miss my frenz. i gotta work harder at making new ones here.
i miss my frenz. i gotta work harder at making new ones here.
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jmdj: pilnick: Clever/nerdy graffiti Hahaha. Nice.

jmdj:

pilnick:

Clever/nerdy graffiti

Hahaha. Nice.

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OMG
July 22
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this morning. the light in the morning is pretty amazing in my apartment, even though I’ve always hated the look of morning/daylight. i’m trying to learn how to be a morning person. a few weeks ago i made a pledge to myself to only keep cowboy plants - thus, this sage.

this morning. the light in the morning is pretty amazing in my apartment, even though I’ve always hated the look of morning/daylight. i’m trying to learn how to be a morning person.

a few weeks ago i made a pledge to myself to only keep cowboy plants - thus, this sage.