I need to buy the small cans of soda next time because I really cannot finish a normal sized can of soda.
Are Nordic countries the happiest because they grow up with low expectations of happiness for life because of their miserable, sunless winters? Perhaps their "happiness" is rather a lack of surprise at their misery. It's like the Song About An Anglerfish - "If I feel it all the time, can you really call it pain? You can't hate the night if you've lived your whole life without light and you can't hate the dish if you've only ever eaten fish and you can't feel alone if it's all you've ever known." I'm not sold on the whole Nordic-places-are-happy thing. I just think Nordic people just have the lowest expectations. Russia would be up there with the Nordic countries, but they figured out vodka.
Ain't no party like a Time Lord party because a Time Lord party is not bound by the conventional time-space parameters and thus doesn't stop.
Why aren't there more things that are parasites or symbiotic with humans? Mostly symbiotic, actually. It's a good gig. I mean, look at cows. Udderly useless and thriving because we think they're tasty.
Closing your eyes is really weird. You intentionally deprive yourself of the sense you rely on the most to know about your surroundings! Humans are weird. Also plugging your ears.
There's a kid in Belize who had my credit card number memorized for about ten minutes.
I'm pretty sure I've felt just as much patriotism for Mother Russia as I have for 'murica.
I wish I were a ginger Scottish Jewish Mormon who knew Mandarin.
Am I going to miss things like burping and farting when I'm dead or no?
I am so excited for the Hobbit.
In Soviet Russia, we watch Doctor Oh Yes, We Know Him.
Love,
Lady Disdain
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