Textual Feeling: Mind Fucked

b: so, showering and hygiene in general is really more of nuisance then it's worth.
me:  SEE.  I TOLD YOU.
b: you should write a book.  you are so full of worldly wisdom.
me:  i know this.
typically b isn't this nice to me.  so i felt warm and fuzzy inside.  but for like one fucking minute because then it felt like a trap.
like he was setting me up.
which he probably was.  
he was probably slyly accusing me of being a dirty fucking hippie because i don't like to shower.  which is fine.  because that's also why i love camping.  no one judges you when you don't shower because  you're "roughing it."
regardless.
look at me and shitler "roughing it:"

greasy

back to the task at hand.  i'm pretty sure b was just mind fucking me by back-handedly complimenting me with a masked insult that contained insinuations that i don't shower (which i totally wouldn't if it were more socially acceptable).
whatever.
i'm having mini cucumber sandwiches for lunch.

The Salty Taste in My Mouth

over at one of my favorite blogs she does a piece where she covers things that are making her "ridiculously happy."  check her out.

i'd like to do a spin on that, but just for this week, because i've been happier than normal and i can only contribute it to things i've encountered this week.
1. the civil wars - i've had them on my iPhone for weeks but have just went hardcore on listening to them this week.  it is pure love.
2. this organizer i got for my desk.  i thought it was going to be bigger but when i received it and realized it was baby size - i loved it even more.

3. teaching people lessons.
4. being a bitch.
**sidenote.  3 & 4 often go together.  two birds, people.  two.  birds.
5. anything serial killer related  like this which then leads me to this picture that i discovered the other day:

6. b sent me this last week and i keep forgetting about it.

it's the little things i guess.  i think i'm coming down from my happiness high - because i'm not that happy currently. 
but i also i think it has to do with the fact that there's a highly anticipated rape scene in the book i'm reading and i haven't gotten to it yet.  and i'm getting impatient.  and being impatient makes me unhappy.

Sometimes Charles Manson is My Boyfriend

Have you ever dated someone for so long that you lose track of how long you've actually been together? 

That's the boat Lincoln and I are in. 

It's been since high school and we've come to find out that when people ask us how long we've been together we just tell them "a decade."  But it's been "a decade" for the past three to four years.  Whoops.

Yesterday I was bored (like I always) and started to peruse pictures of Lincolns past.  And there are some fucking priceless ones.

[caption id="attachment_458" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="sweet headband."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_459" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="dick in a box."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_460" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="it looks like he smelled fart and wants to know who dealt it."][/caption]

As I looked at more, I realized that most of these pictures involve him and some sort of ridiculous hair.  I don't know what the obsession is.

[caption id="attachment_463" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="grease fail."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_464" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="i just like guns. and he looks like a terrorist."][/caption]

But the one that I like the most is the one where he looks like Charles Manson. 

It's delicious.  And I can't help but love it. 

Don't judge me.

[caption id="attachment_465" align="aligncenter" width="768" caption="mmm, soo hairy."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_468" align="aligncenter" width="284" caption="looks like Manson has some hair-growing to do."][/caption]

Do you see the resemblance?  Lincoln just needs a swastika tattooed on his forehead. 

But we won't go there.