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So my internet friends, I got my hair pressed.
It is far later in the day than i normally prefer to share photographs of myself unless directly under the influence of some intoxicating substance.
In which case I normally regret said photo anyway.
So anyway here I am being adorable in my natural environment at 11:38pm est.
I have to remind myself sometimes that there is mire to life than the dog shit in the bridge.
Let me offer you the gift of context.
So yesterday I walked across a bridge with some friends in an attempt to get out of what seemed to be a universal funk seeping into the pores of my friends. As we walked back to our point of origin, the sun was setting. Let me tell you, there are many things Kentucky is terrible at. Many things that I hate this place for… but there are few things in this world that I have experienced that are as magnificent or as lovely as a Kentucky sunset.
The sky was sprinkled with clouds beset upon a green horizon. Children giggled on the bridge riding tricycles and looking at the world from the height of a bridge and feeling enormous for the first time. There were about twenty monks in the bridge, taking photographs of Indiana and the Louisville skyline while telling jokes in a language unfamiliar to my ears.
There was so much beauty everywhere. So many lovely things to smile about and appreciate.
And then there was a pile if dog shit on the bridge.
I almost didn’t notice it as I was too busy taking in a pink, yellow and blue sky… but there it was. Clumps of shit. Four or five healthy sized pieces.
We just walked around it.
Sure we could have dwelled on the dog shit and how rude it was, sitting there unclean and yucky. Or we could do what we did and accept that sometimes your bridge has dog shit on it so you better enjoy that sunset, while glancing down to ensure your sandal isn’t getting covered in poop.
Stills from 1967 French-Mauritanian Soleil O directed by Med Hondo, that was released in 1973.
Their biggest fear
Bolded for emphasis. And to add this. Who were the top colonizers of Africa?
Waiting hours for a cellphone to charge may become a thing of the past, thanks to an 18-year-old high-school student’s invention. She won a $50,000 prize Friday at an international science fair for creating an energy storage device that can be fully juiced in 20 to 30 seconds.
the complete story, like what, her name?
., received the Intel Foundation Young Scientist Award of $50,000 for the invention of a tiny energy-storage device.
getting real tired of these ‘brown teen invents magic but we don’t list her name until paragraph three’ articles.
If you can’t see how hilarious this acquisition is it’s probably because you still have a yahoo email account and were upset when you found out Ask Jeeves wasn’t ran by a butler named Jeeves.
Ah, my friends. Let me tell you a tale of tragedy. I was blessed with this gift— a gift of being able to feel barometric pressure in my face.
Being a human barometer is useful in that I can say with pretty good accuracy that rain is going to come within the next 12-24 hours.
The tragedy therein is that I pay a costly price. A throbbing, tooth-rattling, jaw clenching headache pulses through that little forehead you’re looking at up there, and needless to say: it fucking suuuucks.
Good morning, tumblfriends! :D Have a wonderful monday! <3