In this time of term papers I wanted to draw my patron deity, Bullshitticus, god of students and general last minute fudgery, sitting upon his Golden Futon, attended by the muses Caffeina and Thesaurae, whose powers of artificial energy and pretentious vocabulary can be invoked in case of the all-nighter.
I like to think he’s Dionysus’s second cousin or something.
That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
Kaui Hard Hemmings (via wordsthat-speak)
- calls grocery store
- me: do you have cotton balls
- worker: yes
- me: does it tickle when u walk
- worker: -hangs up-