This is probably one of my favorite cakes ever.
Mo Internet
“ Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in “sadness,” “joy,” or “regret.” Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, “the happiness that attends disaster.” Or: “the disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy.” I’d like to show how “intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members” connects with “the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.” I’d like to have a word for “the sadness inspired by failing restaurants” as well as for “the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.” I’ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I’ve entered my story, I need them more than ever. I can’t just sit back and watch from a distance anymore. ”
Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
On second thought, maybe I won't apply to Ole Miss...
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The fun novelty of moving to Mississippi is wearing off and the reality is setting in.
WELCOME TO THE LAND OF FAME EXCESS. AMI I GONNA FIT IN?
Everytime I see Animal I think of the song that goes: “I wanna fuck you like an animal.” I imagine it playing in the background.
My life is so awesome.
Legitimately mourning the loss of Uga VII, the Georgia mascot I consider only second to the Syracuse Orange in mascot world.
Emo Fridays are becoming a tradition. Wake up at 5. Chug a monster. Go to high school. Go to college school. Come back grouchy, emotional, and eager for death.
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I want to make this my facebook profile picture, but then I’ll REALLY be flying my freak flag. My religion is already listed as Lady Gaga…
HEY Y’ALL. The more I research about Mississippi, the more I realize that when I move there (6.5 MONTHS, Y’ALL) I’m going to go from Tina Fey to Paula Deen. Worst state in the Union for Health Care? No problem, y’all. Just have some fried chicken. Y’all gettin flooded? I’ll just heat up some corn bread. Abnormally large insects fixin’ to take over your home? Just put sticksa butta on them.
