It’s so quiet you could hear a rat piss on cotton.
It’s the first day of riding my bike to work (about a six mile trip) in which my legs weren’t shaking like giant sausage-shaped chihuahuas at the end. This is progress, tumblfriends.
So for the winter I have kept a pair of dress shoes at work, and a set of black socks. I do this so that in a pinch I can wear boots and whatnot, still have shoes here. I’ve kept that up this spring so that I can ride my bike to work.
So this morning I come in, go to put on said shoes and socks. AND AM MISSING A SOCK. How did I lose a sock…AT WORK. It’s not like it got lost in the laundry. It’s not like my dog ran off with it.
Somewhere in this office, on this floor, a lone black sock is sitting around waiting to be found by someone who will be grossed out by it. I am so sorry, coworkers. I am not a well man.
Taiz, Yemen | April 13, 2013 A camel milk salesman poses with one of his flock on the outskirts of Taiz. #photojournalism #documentary #reportage #iphoneography #iphoneonly #igers #streetphotography #yemen #taiz #mobilephotography #photooftheday #picoftheday #camel #portrait
You guys I want to try camel cheese. Who’s with me?
Greg Ball, a state senator in New York, suggested Friday that authorities should “torture” the captured Boston bombing suspect, Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, who is a naturalized American citizen and remains in serious condition at an area hospital.
Go fuck yourself, Greg Ball. You’re a disgrace and unfit for public office.