GPOY. All of it.
My partner told me that last night after I’d been in bed for about an hour, I wandered out to where he was reading in the lounge room, and told him that I was wearing my sleepytime uniform and that he should put his on too because it would be cute if we were matching. I then left the room and went back to bed.
What was my sleepytime uniform you ask? It was socks. Just socks. And nothing else.
Can I just say that after all the Australian things you talk about that we just take as fact (often adorable facts) like wallabies in cow paddocks, biccies, netball, driver reviver sites, antique shops full of beagle paintings, and removalists — you could tell us that this is the standard Australian “sleepytime uniform for seduction” and we’d believe it.
In fact, I’d probably ask if one wears specific socks (ankle, knee-high, wool, super fuzzy) to denote a particular desire ;)
"My son worked on the 91st floor of the North Tower. The whole family came over to my apartment and gathered around the TV. When we saw the building come down, we all looked at each other, and said: ‘That’s it.’"
this just made my heart shatter
IS THAT DOG TEACHING A HUMAN PUPPY TO CRAWL
Is it sniffing the baby’s butt? “That is the weirdest dog I’ve ever smelled.”
That surreal moment when gifs made from a video of your friend’s daughter show up on your dash.
I have yet to hear it explained more succinctly.
this guy knows whats up
#tbt PBP 1999. Joss Whedon, Eliza Dushku and me. Who’d think this dork would write his biog 15 years later?
I posted this on FB last year and a few days later, I had the best conversation with a friend:
J: You posted a picture the other day of you in high school. You were with two friends… one of them looked like a young Eliza Dushku.
Me: Uhm, that wasn’t high school. That IS Eliza Dushku, and the other guy is Joss Whedon.
And then I laughed maniacally for the next two minutes, which probably was par for the course with all the crazy people in Port Authority.