What you know about Thursday?

Well, y'all, I am still pretty sick. All the usual symptoms, all having a party in my head. Everybody go home. Party's over. I got shit to do this weekend.




Want want want want want. Created by: Lise Lefebvre, via.


It would've been so great to have a climbing tree in my room when I was small. By: Jennifer Zwick, via.


Beautiful. I am very partial to that salmon color lately. By: Christine Gray, via.


Alpacas love you. By: Ross Evertson, via.


For real. By: Mark Ovaska, via.

Back in the day, towards the tail-end of my foray into drugs, I went to see an addiction counselor (a prerequisite for a methadone program that in the end wouldn't accept me) and he gave me a test about my outlook on life. My results scored identically with women who are incarcerated. It was like I had some hope for release but was still in my cell, making hash marks on the walls. I'd be curious to see what my score would be now. Anyway, when I was ten days clean I gave that counselor a call and said, "I'm free!!!"


Just for the smell of it. By: Mike Sinclair, via.


Oh, birds! By: Richard Ross, via.