May 2011
Hmmm, lazy day? :D
You've been on tumblr all day... (said the guy who has been on all day, too)
oh yeah. i went to world market and then bought a bunch of new art supplies. but it wasn’t ALLLL day. i did whip up some awesome chile con queso and guacamole tonight, too. i hope you had a good holiday!
honey honey
feist
honey honey // feist
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fuck yeah. let’s be real here, we can thank bette and tina for that.
ZZZZZZZZZ
i know i’m tired. i didn’t sleep last night or really the night before, either. but every time i think about going to sleep i think about how sleep probably means dreaming and dreaming probably means nightmares and nightmares mean waking up terrified and confused. the process is a 30 minute cycle starting with sleepy eyes, followed by thinking about sleep, ending with my body jolting itself back into alertness to avoid REM.
a lot of things suck right now, but this is top 3. easily.
Tornado Warning →
persephonemagazine.com
Since the 1950s, there’s been a dramatic improvement in the quality of tornado predictions and tracking. Heck, even since the 1990s, we’ve seen our ability to warn people about storms improve from providing warnings about 50% of tornadoes 5 minutes before they hit to providing warnings about 90% of tornadoes 24 minutes before they hit. That’s a massive improvement, giving people more time to seek shelter and ride out the storm. While obvious problems remain with the warning systems, such as the inability to hear tornado sirens or failing to address the needs of people who do not speak English, tornado preparedness has improved and will likely continue to do so.
However, in one way, this year isn’t an anomaly: unless tornado preparedness can address the needs and risks of people from various socio-economic groups, we’re likely to continue seeing significant loss of life.
This is truth. I mean, if my friends hadn’t called me my lack of TV would have meant the end.
hello, how are you: Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame →
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some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of…
