“If you want only one thing too much, it’s likely to turn out a disappointment. The only healthy way to live, as I see it, is to learn to like all the little everyday things.”—Lonesome Dove (via julie911) (via quote-book) (via ackb)
“So like, right now for example. The Haitians need to come to America. But some people are all, “What about the strain on our resources?” Well it’s like when I had this garden party for my father’s birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. ‘cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin’. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party with the Haitians. And in conclusion may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much.”—
We have the tiniest of WASP communities in Pasadena. But WASP culture and institutions have little relevance in the West. So when I got to DC, you can imagine the first thing I did was put on pearls and headband and head straight to Georgetown. I read Angie Valdez story on Late Night Shots and was appalled (it is a fantastic story that you should read) then worked every contact I had to get on the list (a ladypal from an Ivy League row team did the trick).
All of WASP culture is absolutely fascinating to me. They even write a like. There’s a WASP tone. My mexi-alt skin tones and faux new wave hair cut completely exclude me from ever blending but being around this scene on the East Coast was a great novelty.
Btw, I’m off to Mobile, Alabama next month. Dropping in on Auburn to see the EQUESTRIAN TEAM. <3
I’ve encountered these types in DC. They are equal parts amusing and nauseating. Amusing because they have literally no idea how to react when they meet someone who is unimpressed by their WASP cred, and nauseating for fairly obvious reasons. -MATC
The top 10 places around the world that are “closed to the general public or are virtually impossible for the general public to visit,” including the Vatican Secret Archives and Club 33, in Disneyland.
“The only gossip I’m interested in is things from the Weekly World News - ‘Woman’s bra bursts, 11 injured’. That kind of thing.”—Johnny Depp (via fuckyeahollywood) (via holyshitjd) (via decompose) (via siddman)
Riding my tricycle headfirst down the stairs at my parents’ house on the day of the closing. I distinctly remember that there was no furniture in the house. That pretty much wiped out any memories I may have had before that. I was around two years old. The next thing I remember after that is my father taking me to see my brother on the maternity ward. I was about two years old plus one month. I remember looking through the big window and thinking all the babies looked the fucking same.
What would you do if Tommy Z. was named head coach at Notre Dame and then promptly named Christian Bale as O-coordinator?
First I would headbutt my cat out of excitement over Tommy Z. Then I would research Christian Bale’s thoughts on the role of the power running game in an offensive scheme. Just kidding, he’s hot. I would probably stroke out due to overexcitement.