let’s vacation near saturn this summer
If Daft Punk existed throughout the last century…. they’d probably sound a little bit like this. Check it out
sounds of my childhood
I think I might consume as much astronaut ice cream as actual astronauts but I guess that’s what happens when you buy a Groupon for a box full of enough astronaut ice cream to feed everyone on the first shuttle to Mars.
Pens are assholes.
So I just clicked out of my tumblr dashboard and looked at my actual TUMBLR (as in stamos.tumblr.com) for the first time in a while. some thoughts I am having:
- I totally forgot to mention that that not too long ago when I was probably supposd to be procrastinating but was fucking around on a photo app on my iphone instead i made a new graphic for this tumblr that incorporates the title from my original blog
- Have you guys looked at your own tumblr, like, outside of your dash? Is everyone’s as insane? Mine looks like this weird freak portal inside my brain that couldn’t possibly make any sense to anyone but me and i barely understand what it is I am posting and why.
- Are there some people who visit this website who don’t have tumblr? And like, is this how you see it every time you visit this website?
- Man it is a GOOD THING tumblr and blogs and all this stuff didn’t exist when I was growing up and in high school. Kids today are so fucked.
Some people call Wednesday “Hump Day” but I know it as “That Day My Anxiety and Self-Doubt Approach Crippling New Heights!”
Once upon a time a woman never got married, but had many fulfilling relationships, a job that kept her comfortable, an apartment that she got to decorate just for her, and hobbies that stimulated her mind. The End.
