Is This The Best GIF Of The Millennium? We Think, YES.

saw someone say "an 11-year-old isn't even supposed to know what sex is and if you do something horrible must be happening to you and you need to get out of there" like can we be for real for a moment. have some people honest to god never heard 11-year-olds making sex jokes in their life

What's a KitBar?

Had dinner tonight at the world's first kitbar. It's Stone Cove's KitBar in Herndon, and it's the first of its kind. The concept is a bar with a kitchen in the middle. It has a huge wood oven that they use for making a lot of their dishes. There are no bartenders or waitstaff; they are all ChefTenders. The food is pretty good. The concept is a lot of fun. The cost is a tad pricey for what you get. Since they're limited in space, the menu in all on one page, and doubles as your placemat. Seems to be working. I'm interested in seeing how long they make it, and if this concept catches on.

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Psychoanalysis and Love, André Tridon, 1922

The only tangible difference between man and the animals is that the animals are satisfied and man everlastingly dissatisfied. 

I hate hospitals/where even mountains weep

in the hospital's crowded hallway,

I stand alone

cold steel clatters,

overlapping somber screams

drenched in antiseptic-

the reaper's lullaby.

the worst of it, however, is when

i see a father

he's concrete and rocks,

a pillar of our haven,

the core of a warm hearth.

but his iron heart,

now starts to fracture,

like a sandcastle

facing the wrath of a storm.

he, who once blazed so bright,

shielding us from the cold

now withers, grows pale

his flame, once bold, now a blue ember.

as I gaze upon him,

i ponder the weight he bears;

in his shoes,

what fate awaits I-

a house of cards,

should I, too, bear

even a fraction of his woes.

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time I was a real person. I used to do the things that real people do. I had a job. I was close to my family. I had friends. I used to go out and do things that real people do. Go to dinner with my friends. See a movie. Go to a concert. Attend special occasions like birthdays, confirmations, funerals, school events, weddings, first communions. I could be relied upon. I was respected. The people I cared about cared about me too.

Then I was robbed. I have a disease and it stole everything from me. My job, my friends, some of my family. It happened somewhat slowly. Rumors were spread that I was an alcoholic because my schedule became erratic. Then there was some concern about the medication I was taking to help control the disease. I obviously had a problem. I started cancelling on people, again and again. I was honored to be asked to be a friend's bridesmaid, and excited that the wedding was in another country. What fun! But then I realized I wasn't going to be able to make it. And I had to cancel. We're not close friends anymore. That's just one example of life as I know it.

My friends don't ask me out. Why bother when I'm either going to say no or cancel at the last minute? I don't ask anyone over to see me. Why? Because I can't keep house. I don't have the strength. I didn't even make it to dinner on my own birthday this year. Or my husband's birthday (I promised to take him out; he said he wouldn't hold his breath). Or my mother's birthday. (The grocery list for dinner is still on the refrigerator.)

My story started "once upon a time." I know better than to expect "happily ever after."

Chicago Tribune, Illinois, August 19, 1900

“What an easy time you have of it, dear.” “Easy? Why, darling, I lie here and think what a lot I have to do until I’m tired out”

MY GOD WHAT HAVE I FOUND XD

I'm not sorry for having you know this exists XD