sashayed:

sashayed:

me in a dark forest hammering on the door of Nate Silver’s chicken-legged witch hut: WHERE ARE THE RESULTS

Nate Silver, through a chink in the door: patience, traveler! even the East Coast polls are not yet closed. shall i whisper to thee of the congressional races

me, hurling stones at him: DAMN THY TRIVIAL CHATTER, TINY WARLOCK!!!!!!! COME OUT AND TELL ME WHO FUCKING WINS

me: okay, time to work on this paper, i really need to get it done
jstor: okay but you know what also sounds good
jstor: this super-interesting article that has absolutely nothing to do with your paper
me: *sweats nervously*

pro-gay:

pro-gay:

pro-gay:

Adult Life™ is being excited when ur municipality finally agrees to exchange ur old garbage bin with a new one after years of arguing with them

listen it’s not about the garbage bin (well, it is, but), it’s about beating your opponent through patience and a consistent strategy. Take that Ivan from public services, who’s ‘’not liable for a replacement’’ now ahahaha 

do i hate my life? Absolutely.
do i get to do that next to my new garbage bin every morning as i drink my coffee and yearn for the sweet release of death? You bet your ass