Of course it is.
ALL BITCHES THIS IS MY HOME TOWN TAKE A FUCKING SEAT WHILE I TELL YOU THIS STORY. GET A BOWL OF POPCORN BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS DOPE
IN THE 1940’S PORTLAND WAS PUTTING IN LAMPPOSTS AND FOR WHATEVER GOD DAMN REASON THIS ONE NEVER GOT FILLED.
IN 1946, DICK FAGAN, AN AMERICAN IRISHMAN WHO WROTE FOR THE OREGON JOURNAL, GOT BLOODY FUCKING BORED AT HIS JOB AND WOULD LOOK OUT HIS WINDOW ONTO THIS SAD EXCUSE FOR ROAD CONSTRUCTION HOLE. ONE DAY HE SAID “FUCK THIS”, PLANTED SOME FLOWERS, AND NAMED IT “MILL ENDS PARK” BECAUSE IT’S RIGHT AT THE END OS MILL STREET. BITCHES!
HE WROTE ABOUT THIS NEW FUCKING PARK AND SPOKE ABOUT HOW LEPRECHAUNS LIVED THERE AND SHIT. MOTHERFUCKING LEPRECHAUNS IN THE MIDDLE OF DOWNTOWN, WHAT THE SHIT.
HOLD ONTO TO THE EDGE OF YOUR SEATS BECAUSE THIS RIDE GETS EVEN BETTER. THIS PARK HOLDS A GUINNESS WORLD RECORD FOR BEING THE SMALLEST PARK WITH WITH INFORMATION SAYING “It was designated as a city park on 17 March 1948 at the behest of the city journalist Dick Fagan (USA) for snail races and as a colony for leprechauns”. MOTHER. FUCKING. SNAIL RACES. BITCHES.
IT’S EVEN BEEN PIMPED OUT OVER THE YEARS
HO HO HO MOTHERFUCKS WE CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS HERE
WE CARE ABOUT THE ENVIRONMENT.
THE BEST PART IS THAT IT EVEN HAD OCCUPY PORTLAND PROTESTERS
SO I HOPE YOU FUCKING LEARNED SOMETHING TODAY ABOUT TINY ASS PARKS.
some of my favorite tweets from various band members
Who is this man? Mackling at my more,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a rapping,
As of some one gently Mackling, Mackling at my chamber more
her smile right before she shoots it tho
he’s used to women using him, but not so used to women using iron man
that was actually incredibly insightful
I WAS EXPECTING SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THAT WAS FANTASTIC
i got 99 problems and 97 of them are due by the end of the week
The other two were due last week
So today was my second day in the PHP at Beverly Hospital. And I had a really freaking good day. =]
I started out kinda tired, since my mom called me and woke me up half an hour before my alarm was set to go off. But then I got to the program and once the day started there I actually had a good day. I got some hot chocolate this morning before we checked in and everything started, as well as an apple. So having breakfast was good. I need to do that more.
All day is groups except for when you get called out for one-on-ones, so I was in group all day except for a quick meeting with the nurse/clinician who is also the director of the program. We went over my blood work that was done on Friday, all of which came back normal, except for a slightly lowered iron count (surprise, surprise). There was a new kid today, so I’m no longer the newbie, and he seemed kinda skeptical of the whole thing. He talked more later into the day, but only small talk during breaks, he didn’t share anything in group. And someone else left today, and none of us knew it was his last day until the very end. But there was a little graduation ceremony that they do whenever someone leaves the program, and although I’m glad that he was good enough to not need to be in the partial anymore, I kinda wish I had had more time to get to know him. He seemed like a nice kid.
Anyway, I’m glad that even though I’ve come home since then and been alone and the weather’s been crap, that I’m still feeling up and good.
I like good days. I need more of them.
I found the best card for my dad
can we talk about alex’s back and back dimples
dude it’s so weird how when you’re a kid, socks were like the worst thing you could get on christmas but now it’s like hell yeah please give me some socks i own like two and a half pairs my feet are so cold
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