I am out for a drink with Khaled Hosseini. Totally playing it cool, guys.
The last time I got to go to my hiking class, a woman and this one young dude were discussing weight loss, and she was like, “I’m always going to be fat.”
He replied, “Of course you are, if you keep thinking that way,” and proceeded to go in depth (including a Yoda reference) to reinforce his point.
When he was done, the woman cried out, “HALLELUJAH! All these years, and I just needed someone to tell me to try hard enough! Thank you!”
At which point I broke down laughing and she became my favorite person in the history of ever.
(Source: dreamers42, via pixiepanache)
Then, at BEA this year, I passed by the booth of a venerable publisher only to hear an old and presumably important dude laud his female staff by, of course, talking as much about their beauty as he did their abilities in their field. (Imagine if he did that to guys, too: ‘John, you’re a great editor, and your ass looks like gold in those chinos, my friend.’) — Chuck Wendig
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Ready for drinks with Elliott Holt! Ahhhhh!
if a girl is mean to you just tell her she has bad eyebrows
Roommate was gone last night, but came home long enough this morning to use all the hot water, break another one of my dishes, and throw some of my silverware in the kitchen trash (which was also filled with cat litter).
ME, TOO. It’s getting a little better but it still isn’t great.
“He’s really sweet.”
“No, he’s not. But his smile takes up half his face, so I see how you could be confused.”
Mainlining Pretty Little Liars. Ceaselessly creeped out by the Ezra/Aria thing. Caleb is the best thing ever to exist.