This. What to Say When You’ve Got Absolutely Nothing Intelligent to Add 

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When people say, ‘I’m the kind of person who,’ my heart always sinks. These are formulas, we’ve all got about ten formulas about who we are, what we like, the kind of people we like, all that stuff. The disparity between these phrases and how one experiences oneself minute by minute is ludicrous. It’s like the caption under a painting. You think, Well, yeah, I can see it’s called that. But you need to look at the picture.
Adam Phillips (via mttbll)
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The Runaway Mouse, by Margaret Brown (Random House, 1961)

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Still one of the funniest tweets of all time.

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My life.


My life.

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Living life on training wheels since 1980.

I had a super-good internet friend once. Or so my attention-starved teenage/college brain thought. We weren’t very close, really. But we talked on AIM Instant Messager for a good ten years.

I’m not sure what happened to her. I quit drinking around the time her mother passed and she started. So I was trying to be more responsible when her grief was making responsibility seem pointless.

Suffice it to say, we lost touch.

My teeth are sore like someone’s yanking all my teeth at once. Not enough to pull them out, but enough to make me feel the beginning of my gums giving way.

I see the dentist tomorrow. He will, no doubt, be full of the good-natured humor that annoys the shit out of me when I’m in a bad mood (almost sure to be the case, as my mouth-hurt is making me grouchy).

My dentist, he’s a jolly dude.

I know I’m going to have to get a lot of work done. I was bad over the holidays. Sugar composed the better part of my diet.

There was spice cake and cheesecake and Buckeye bark. There was moose munch and there were chocolate truffles. There was even peanut brittle direct from the hands of Amish schoolchildren.

I had really good teeth when I was a kid. No cavities, and the idea of anything wore was laughable. A soldier in the war against bad oral hygiene, I was.

Sometime in my early twenties, my family’s bad teeth gene was activated, and nothing will ever be the same.

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