December 2011
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November 2011
76 posts
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”
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Maurice Sendak (via throughtosomethingnew)
My new dream is to have a child eat my work. Or a grown up. I’m not picky.
(via rosalarian)
Part of Tumblr
http://hello-mgan.tumblr.com/
Part of Tumblr
Look at this site, isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think that this dashboard’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl.
The girl who blogs… everything?
Look at this trove, treasures untold.
How many wonders can one Tumblr hold?
Looking around here you think.
Sure, reblog everything.
I’ve seen memes and hipsters aplenty.
Reblogged graphics and text posts galore.
You want messages? I’ve got twenty!
But who cares, no big deal.
I want more…
I want to be where the hipsters are.
I want to see, want to see them bloggin’.
Putting some pics in their; What do you call it? Oh queue.
Facebook and MySpace won’t get you far.
Friends are required for liking, commenting.
When they start creeping then you just… what’s that word again? Block.
Up where they like, where they reblog.
Where they have Caturday and Sundog.
Signup is free.
Wish I could be.
Part of Tumblr.
What would I give if I could live without these errors?
What would I pay to spend the day scrolling my dash?
Bet David Karp, he has a heart.
Bet he won’t reprimend his followers.
Bright young hipsters, don’t need misters.
Forever alone.
I’m ready to know what those hipsters know!
Ask them my questions and get some answers!
What is breathing? And what is… what’s the word? Air?
When’s it my turn.
Wouldn’t I love.
Love to like, follow and reblog.
Out of Facebook.
Wish I could be.
Part of Tumblr.
I actually didn’t make it through that whole box. The tummy ache set in too fast.
Of course I’m not going to eat this whole box of After Eights I just bought. In one sitting.
At least it’s after eight.
Brownie in a Mug
I’ve heard rumblings of this magnificent concoction on the internet, and finally decided to try it today since I have successfully medicated my stomach into submission.
It is a brownie. Mixed and cooked in a mug. It is magical and glorious and happiness.
It’s taking all the willpower I have not to make about twenty more and eat them all.
Ingredients:
4 Tbsp. flour
4 Tbsp. sugar
2 Tbsp. cocoa powder
2 Tbsp.vegetable Oil
2 Tbsp. water
1/4 tsp. vanilla
Tiny pinch of salt
Directions:
Put all the ingredients in a coffee mug.
Mix thoroughly
Put the mug in the microwave and microwave for 1 minute (you may have to microwave 15 second longer depending on your microwave.
Remove from microwave and let cool for 1-2 minutes.
Toppings:
If desired, top your warm brownie with ice cream or whipped cream.
I lost the website I originally got it from but this one has the same one with some tempting variations.
Imagine when the Potter generation spawns and like 90% of children will have a HP-related name.
Like… they go to school and the teachers read through the list of names and be like. Wtf is this, why is half of my class named Severus.
For The WIN!
HEDWIG DOBBY KREACHER, WOULD YOU PLEASE BE SO KIND TO PAY ATTENTION
and then there’s Voldemort.
poor guy will be defeated, I tell you.
I spend my time imagining shit that'll never happen.
I just got really, really excited about something which will probably make me the lamest person on earth and will probably cement my place forever in the Twenty-Something Going on Grandmother Hall of Fame, and now tops my list of things to get when I eventually become a homeowner for the first time.
I am super stoked to get a dining room table.
A BIG dining room table. A REALLY BIG dining room table. Because:
- D&D.
- Board game nights.
- All my fellow pigeons can sit at one table when we flock together.
- My big, cobbled-together-from-various-families family can sit at one table together for the holidays and I can have ONE Christmas, under MY roof, after everyone has always graciously invited me into their homes for years.
