Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Happy Thanksgivin'.
The word "conviviality" is of Latin origin. It is the word which describes a feeling evoked by a large meal with a group of loved ones. Conviviality . . .
Thanksgiving is definitely my favorite holiday. There are no gifts, no songs, etc. It is a holiday about family, food, and appreciating the shit you have. And there's always shit to be thankful for . . . even if you make fucking sandwiches for a living. :)
All my love,
Nanners
Sunday, November 21, 2010
"What are you doing tonight? Are you busy?"
One of my least favorite questions of all time.
All of my friends...in school...in a career...stuff to prepare for...
And then there's me. Ol' Nanners.
"Do you have stuff you need to do tonight or do you want to go out? Are you busy?"
Am I busy?
AM I BUSY?!
I make fucking sandwiches for a living. Yeah. I am so super busy. Busy working on my thesis. Doing my research. My fucking sandwich research.
By the way, the team and I have almost come up with a cure.
(forthecommonsandwich)
All of my friends...in school...in a career...stuff to prepare for...
And then there's me. Ol' Nanners.
"Do you have stuff you need to do tonight or do you want to go out? Are you busy?"
Am I busy?
AM I BUSY?!
I make fucking sandwiches for a living. Yeah. I am so super busy. Busy working on my thesis. Doing my research. My fucking sandwich research.
By the way, the team and I have almost come up with a cure.
(forthecommonsandwich)
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
And so it begins...
...Ol' Nanners has finally broken down and joined the blogging community.
Prepare yourselves, bitches. Things are about to get RADICAL. An Olympic commentator said that one time (minus the whole "bitches" thing) and it has always stayed with me, like a pivotal childhood memory...or a Siamese twin.
So, what do I blog about? I am sure this is everyone's first question when writing a blog, but I feel like I should be able to ask it because I am better than most people...hm.
But that still doesn't solve my problem. I need inspiration. I am going to go in my room, blare some scream-o music while I self-mutilate, and think up something extremely dreary to draw attention to myself.
Until next time,
Nanners
Prepare yourselves, bitches. Things are about to get RADICAL. An Olympic commentator said that one time (minus the whole "bitches" thing) and it has always stayed with me, like a pivotal childhood memory...or a Siamese twin.
So, what do I blog about? I am sure this is everyone's first question when writing a blog, but I feel like I should be able to ask it because I am better than most people...hm.
But that still doesn't solve my problem. I need inspiration. I am going to go in my room, blare some scream-o music while I self-mutilate, and think up something extremely dreary to draw attention to myself.
Until next time,
Nanners
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