1. No reading while manning the customer service desk. Or ever. Because this is a library, damn it.
2. If a fight breaks out, don’t hesitate to call the cops.
And by “talk about that shit” I really mean marvel wordlessly at its literary glory.
| Stephanie: | Can someone just write an ERMAHGERD version of Les Mis? |
| Me: | ER MAH LERFE! |
| Karen: | TER FER SERX ER WERNE!! |
| Steph: | ERND EH ERM JERVER!! |
| Me: | ERMPTY CHERS ERND ERMPTY TERBLES! |
| All: | WERN DER MERH!!! |
Answer:
yeahhhh…
In my defense, they were looking all cool and intelligent over by the eviscerated mammal entrails station (there were live dissections), and I was on a quest to find the special Anthropology display while simultaneously trying to keep my family from yelling at random employees to give me an internship.
Too intimidated to say hello.
Mostly because they were both about a half-foot taller than me.
Also I was on a quest to find the Pacific Collections, which ended up being closed.
Double fail.
Joan of Arc captured
(I don’t have the name of this work, so if anyone knows, please message me)
| Barista: | What can I get for you? |
| Me: | I'll have that giant chocolate chip cookie. |
| Barista: | Um, it's actually gingerbread. |
| Me: | That's totally fine with me. |
| Male Barista: | Because the flavor doesn't matter, all that matters is that it's giant. |
| Me: | Yep, it's the size that matters. |
| WHAT EVEN? |
what the FUCK were you thinking, Ingres???
seriously ever single time I see this painting I just get more and more 
Nobody’s tit sits under their armpit and DAMN were you liberal with the vertebrae.
We Were Promised Jetpacks. Still good.
I’ve been so out of the music scene lately, too busy to find any new gems.
Does anyone have any recommendations? And please for the love of god don’t give me some faux-philosophical, pseudo-eclectic americana band.
Artemisia Gentileschi, Judith and Her Maidservant (1613-14)
This is my new favorite blog and I suggest you all follow it.
this song never fails to give me goosebumps.