Is the daily what not tumbling anymore? Because that’s the worst.

Not since Inception (so long ago, amiright?) has a movie burrowed its way into my consciousness and lorded over my every thought and action long after the lights in the theater came up. See it. See it with someone you love. Hell, see it with someone you hate. You’ll probably walk out of it loving them.
A writer of facts, these days. Sometimes fictions, but predominantly facts. I’ve been absent from Tumblr for some time now and I’m going to make a concerted effort to get back on the horse here. I was scrolling through some of my past contributions here (All of them, actually. It didn’t take very long), and I hated literally everything I’ve written. Everything. I’d like to think it’s because I hold myself to a pretty high standard which I can never match, but mostly I think it’s because I am a thoughtless, talentless douche. I bet I’ll even hate this very post acknowledging my own shortcomings when I read it in five months.
What I’m trying to say is: It’s good to be back, Twitter.
why aren’t people more open about their problems? meds, breakups, sink repairs, the inability to eat yellow bananas all got shoveled into our head receptacles and are kept there.
i sat down across from a new friend at a vietnamese restaurant and immediately said, “sorry i missed your…

I know I’ve been a real ghost these last few weeks, save for the occasional reblog. Basically, I’ve been busy growing the fuck up. Steady gal (she’s spectacular), big boy job, moving out of mom’s house. You know, the usual.
Anyhow, I’m shoving off for Arlington, Va. tonight. I don’t exactly know when it will dawn on me that I’m not just going on vacation. I’m leaving. Not coming back until Christmas, probably. And even then, I’ll be heading right back after the presents and pleasantries have been exchanged.
I’ve been stuck in a sparsely-employed holding pattern for nearly two years now and part of me feels like some sickly sinister other shoe is just on the precipice of dropping.
If it doesn’t, then there really is no going back, right?
Is this adulthood?
Mashup of the Day: The Mel Gibson / Christian Bale freakout mashup you knew was coming is now here.
[filmdrunk.]
I <3 the Internet.
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