Tagged: annahell.

ughwhocares:

imageannahell replied to your photo: University of Chicago students crack me up.

My authentic self wants to challenge that person to a fight (Somewhere on campus).

It’s my understanding that UC students say “quadrangle” instead of “quad,” which, you know, might make your authentic self even more fighty.

Yeah, we got one of those at CU - it’s officially known as the Norlin Quadrangle but no one calls it that because we ain’t got no time for no triflin’ ass quadrangles. OH YOU FANCY, HUNH, UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO?

08:56 pm, reblogged  by annahell 6

ughwhocares:

imageannahell replied to your post: Sometimes I’m just like, ugh Kimball you fuckface…

Do want. (I’ll bet Kimball’s seen an episode of Seinfeld)

Like, I’m not even one of those HUGE Seinfeld fans who knows every episode or whatever, but omg—never having seen it? I mean, it’s not a dealbreaker (I already told you what the real dealbreaker would be for me) but it is really fucking weird. Still thinking ‘bout your boycrepe a lot, anna.

Honestly? I’m not either! I respect it as a person who prefers comedy over just about everything else, and I appreciate that it was a successful and long-running show. Having said that, it was a network sitcom and it’s not in my top ten. I feel the same way about Curb Your Enthusiasm - I’ve seen most of the episodes and it’s still not my favorite.

For me, the troubling thing about that statement is what lurks berneath. I mean, that show was on for twelvty-five years! How could you not have, even accidentally, watched an episode? If you deliberately stayed away from it, it’s because a) you don’t like comedy (dealbreaker) or b) you hate people from the east coast (which is likely code for “ethnic” people/Jews - dealbreaker).

In conclusion, thanks, sweetie. I’m thinking about boycrepes a lot too (obvs) - don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.

09:09 pm, reblogged  by annahell 5

dearratbastards:

annahell replied to your post: This is where I’m at today

Cool gif/headspace, lady.

A vote for Mittens and Ry Ry is a vote against ice cream, you guys. Those two really hate ice cream, also freedom.

04:27 pm, reblogged  by annahell 5

dearratbastards:

annahell:

dearratbastards:

annahell replied to your post: Well if I’ve got nothing else going for me

Girl, fuck looking for a job, you need to monetize that shit. SELL MATTHEW MCCONAUGHEY TREX ARMS T-SHIRTS!

I swear to Dog when I have money I’m hiring you as my life coach. GIRL HELP ME GET IT TOGETHER.

Tell me what you need GIRL and you got it! LET’S DO THIS THING! (excluding a job, of course, ‘cause I don’t even know where to start with those)

For real though, maybe there’s something to all that “thinking outside the box” stuff. Like, would you be into starting your own shakshuka/Albanian soul food truck? Faxing jokes to comedians (some of them pay per joke)? Advertising your services as a “personal librarian” on craigslist (yes, I can see how that might get confused for something sex work-y)? What about flipping thrift store finds? Personal shopper/freelance style consultant? Reader for the blind? THERE ARE A LOT OF POSSIBILITIES! I BELIEVE IN YOU (AND YOU AND KIMBALL’S SEXAY NEW APARTMENT)!

I think Faxing jokes to comedians (some of them pay per joke) is a strong contender.

But let’s be really real here for a second—I would open my own Albanian soul food truck in a fucking heartbeat if I had the capital. No joke. Seriously really really seriously not joking.

Boom! The City of Chicago’s Small Business Loan Programs- Small Business Development Loan Program

Srsly tho, a friend of mine started her small business via a similar program in Denver. I know it’s scary to take out a loan for something like that but it’s a great idea for many reasons, such as…

  1. Food trucks are hot right now.
  2. People like to pay money for good food.
  3. Everybody’s always going on an on about how small businesses are the backbone of the country.
  4. Shakshuka is delicious.
  5. Flexible hours!
  6. You’ve got smarts, gumption, and moxie and the people of Chicago/environs would be a real bunch of dum-dums if they didn’t give you their hard-earned monies for lovingly prepared/exotic mobile foodstuffs. Case closed!
05:46 pm, reblogged  by annahell 15

dearratbastards:

annahell replied to your post: Well if I’ve got nothing else going for me

Girl, fuck looking for a job, you need to monetize that shit. SELL MATTHEW MCCONAUGHEY TREX ARMS T-SHIRTS!

I swear to Dog when I have money I’m hiring you as my life coach. GIRL HELP ME GET IT TOGETHER.

Tell me what you need GIRL and you got it! LET’S DO THIS THING! (excluding a job, of course, ‘cause I don’t even know where to start with those)

For real though, maybe there’s something to all that “thinking outside the box” stuff. Like, would you be into starting your own shakshuka/Albanian soul food truck? Faxing jokes to comedians (some of them pay per joke)? Advertising your services as a “personal librarian” on craigslist (yes, I can see how that might get confused for something sex work-y)? What about flipping thrift store finds? Personal shopper/freelance style consultant? Reader for the blind? THERE ARE A LOT OF POSSIBILITIES! I BELIEVE IN YOU (AND YOU AND KIMBALL’S SEXAY NEW APARTMENT)!

05:27 pm, reblogged  by annahell 15

@annahell

throwingmilkshaakesatcars:

GOOD LATHERING! I am with you on the Social D tattoo but I give him a conditional pass because the rest of him is beautiful.

I guess you’re right.

And if he started talking about them I’d just put my finger on his lips and whisper, “shhhhh, be quiet, Baby” and use the back side of my other hand to gently caress his cheek. And I’d tell him, “Mama doesn’t need to hear you talk about music right now, Baby…Mama needs you to go get that other bear-shaped bottle of honey off the counter and come over here with it. Then I want you to pour some of that honey on your fingers and lick it off them…one…at…a…time, and slowly. And then I want you to pour the rest of that honey bear all over your strong sexy body like you’re a bad, dirty baby. And then Mama’s going to clean you up, ok, Baby?”

10:07 pm, reblogged  by annahell 5
zombiehare:

Princess Meow says, ‘Hai’

zombiehare:

Princess Meow says, ‘Hai’

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throwingmilkshakesatcars:

annahell replied to your post: This makes me laugh so much.

Jeebus, did you read his bio/about me sidebar? That rambling shite alone made me want to torture him to death with soy products. Also, IF CAVE PEOPLE WERE SO GREAT, THEN WHY DID THEY EVOLVE INTO US?

You are a precious flower and I cherish every cell in your body.

I did read the bio and I was tempted to share it but thought that would be too mean. I will, however, share my favourite snippet:

…gone through drinking, jock, drinking, harder drinking, punk rock, cowboy, back to jock, back to harderer drinking, and back to cowboy stages…and always stuck out as a fraud.

THAT WAS MY FAVORITE PART TOO!

"…always stuck out as a fraud."

"…always stuck out as a fraud."

"…always stuck out as a fraud."

12:55 pm, reblogged  by annahell 5

dearratbastards:

annahell replied to your post: Can we please stop talking about Girls like it is…

Have you seen it yet? Is it good? Did you like Tiny Furniture?

I didn’t see Tiny Furniture yet, but I want to and it’s at the top of my queue. I’ve just been watching soooo many television series (as opposed to movies) lately. I think I like the option of watching shit in smaller bits, I guess. I will probably watch it within the next few days.

As for Girls, I saw the pilot last night, it was pretty good! Not, like, incredible or anything but funny and cringe-worthy and yes, yes, it’s true—it does speak to a certain kind of young person today.

Does it have its limits? Yes. So far—we’ll see how it goes. 20 minutes of a pilot episode is hardly enough to warrant an outright dismissal, especially if the pilot is clever, subversive, and makes me feel things.

Is it worth watching? Sure! Yeah! It looks like it’s going to be funny and address issues that affect Young People(TM) today! Goodness knows I cringed a few times because I could ~*~ReLaTe~*~.

And yeah—it was created and is being run by a 25 year old woman and that’s pretty incredible. Let’s support it at least as much as that fact in itself deserves.

But seriously. It’s like the entire fucking Web is dissecting this show—and in at least half of those places, before it even aired!—like it’s fucking Ulysses or something. Perspective, people. Perspective. I mean, come on. This shit came on after the completely fucking insane Eastbound & Down and the tit-fest that is Game of Thrones.

Thanks! I’m looking forward to watching it someday (I liked Tiny Furniture a lot and I think you will too), but it’s true what you say about the people on the Internet ruining things with their enthusiasm. Like, it’s cool that you’re so into it, but give someone else the chance to make up her mind or perhaps choose indifference without feeling all weird about it, ok?

Speaking of weird, I’ve felt the same way about movies and tv shows for a while now. I’ll watch ten episodes in a row of some television show, but when it comes to watching an hour and a half or two of a movie, I start to throw a fit for some reason. Like, it’s just too much pressure and who has the time for that!? (I have the time for that, but it’s like I can’t be bothered these days)

11:41 pm, reblogged  by annahell 5

throwing-milkshakes-at-cars:

I WORE SHORTS YESTERDAY!

Personal hero.

Can we talk about my “personal style brand” for a second? So, I’ve been working from home while they’re replacing the windows in my office and it’s been a good news/bad news kind of situation. On the bad side, my sartorialality(?)/the care with which I select flattering and interesting daily outfits has suffered. For example, when I decide to “put on clothes” these days, nine times out of ten, I opt for some kind of exercise getup - which usually manifests as spandex-y black capri pants, a sports bra, running shoes, and pink Wonder Woman t-shirt (because, little known fact, Diana of Themyscira bestows magical fitness powers on all who bear her likeness).

Yesterday was no different except for that I traded my usual for running shorts and another t-shirt (with magical v-neck powers!) and wore that for a brief visit to work, the grocery store, and le bank. I felt ok with my choice because I had just returned from a very long walk, my legs had recently been shaved, and the outside temperature was in the low, sunny 70’s. It was a comfortable and not entirely embarrassing way to leave the house, but the blinding whiteness of my legs in the noonday sun was quite a sight to behold, you guys - like Medusa’s cursed visage or the white-hot release of energy after a thermonuclear explosion - my legs: white enough to kill.

02:06 pm, reblogged  by annahell 5