There is something disturbing going on in the world of horses.
When I saw this picture of a mini horse, I figured it was an isolated incident.
But further searching revealed this problem is worse than I could have ever imagined.
RIDICULOUSLY ADORABLE EMO HORSES ARE A THREAT TO US ALL.
a postulate smashed
models and simulations corrupted
fraying at the edges, stripped from where I attempted to attribute inability for malice
you corrupt yourself further from perfection to putridity
outliers upon outliers pockmark the data
unrecognizable from original forecasts
you dot the median
a disproof of hope.
I’ve always been the reserved type– the girl who sits to the side quietly observing the party around her. In college, this made me mysterious. Now it just makes me boring.
I decided sometime around the presidential elections that I’d finish writing the book of poetry that I had been toying with putting together for a few years. My poetry is horrible, but it will hopefully sate that impractical need of mine to say exactly what I am feeling in as obfuscated a manner as possible.
I disabled my OKCupid account, as I have neither the drive nor desire to scour profiles looking for that unlikely guy who seems remotely interesting enough to message. Every guy I’ve been excited about invariably is disinterested in me, anyway. Since the handful of dates (all 8 of them!) I’ve gone on in the past two years of my being single have all originated through some form of online bullshit, this pretty much clinches the fact that I’m permanently single.
I own a condo now. I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but it bears repeating. This satisfies my long term goal of owning property before I turn 30. Unfortunately, my only other long term goal was to fall in love, so I’m going to need to find a new one. I wonder if there are any world records involving bacon I can break.
