I've loved and still love every roommate I've ever...
but I am SO GLAD I made the choice to live alone this year. Things that are awesome about living alone: 1. Wherever you put stuff when you left, that’s where it still is when you come home. 2. Whatever you set the temperature at, that’s where it is when you come home. 3. you don’t have to keep track of whose stuff is whose. 4. You don’t have to remember whose turn it...
Escape Route →
The problem with the public discussion about libraries in prison is that it’s the wrong discussion. For over a century now, the debate has centered on reading — on which books should, or more often should not, be included on the prison library’s shelves; which books are “harmful” or “helpful”; whether reading is a privilege or a right. […] But the issue of reading is only one dimension of the...
Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us...– Ira Glass (via hyperallergic)
Chris and I have suffered from Scrooge this holiday season, which is new to me and regular for him. Either way, my trip home was atypically harrowing, and Chris doesn’t really “do” Christmas as such. So when snow drove us out of Atlanta earlier than expected this afternoon, we… coped, to say the least. Sadly, however, as we drove out of Atl and towards Ath, snow turned to...
I know it's a little late, but
I’ve seriously gone back and read this post at least 15 times since it was published, and it never fails to crack me up at least 5 times by the end, so much so that when I’m having a crappy day I go out of my way to pull it up. Maybe it’s because I have dogs, but it’s just so. freakin. funny. I mean, really, the whole blog cracks me up, but there’s just something...
Dear drunk court: I don’t know when in the past few months you downloaded the Hanson discography, but that was a pretty good idea. Love, sober court.
My personal style, I think, is over-the-top dowager. Because I do love the...– Joan Rivers
The two most frequently heard phrases from my...
1. “Don’t let me forget _____” * 2. “Don’t say anything to ____ about ________” ** *My grandparents are getting old. I need a notebook for all the things I’m not supposed to be letting them forget to do/pick up/say etc in daily interaction. **I used to think my family was normal-crazy. I’m beginning to think that their crazy is actually kind of...
Prologue: So I got this new flip video thing and I took it with me to Chris' family's house. Now I'm trying to watch all the videos I made while I was drunk (seriously, y'all try keeping up with the Snares). This one was made while we were cooking dinner one night. I use the term "we" very generally.
Chris' Dad: We're doing this, all four of us. We're hanging in there.
Chris: Courtney's not doing anything
Me: I'm moral support!
Chris' Dad: Yes she is, she's management.
Chris: she's quiet management.
Me: I'm watchin! If things are going well, I don't need to interfere.
Chris: What would you do if things went bad?
Me: I'd suggest we eat out...I'd problem solve, see?
just in case you roswellians were looking for... →
My buddy Hutch is the GM of this location, and he’s a hoot. Also, clearly, I taught him everything he knows (not really, he probably learned a lot of it from Chris, or Ben) so he makes a mean pizza. ALSO, I really want to swing by and see the new store but I know I’m not going to have time, so everyone should check it out for me.
Seriously, okay, look. The holidays are supposed to be about being relaxed, and having fun, and taking a minute to appreciate life. I’ve been home for 3 hours and already I want to kill everyone. Or cry. Or something. Really, all I actually want to do is hang out with my dog. That’s it. I like him better than all of these people I have to see and I was really most looking forward to...
Courtney VS Technology: round 1
I won employee of the year at the Your Pie Christmas party, and for that I got a TV thingie that is really fancy. I didn’t even know it was a TV until after I gave my drunk acceptance speech (my buddy Kali hollered at some Apple Pie flavored everclear punch, bad plan for Courtney, I’m still sort of drunk) but my friends who live in my new apartment complex are super excited about it...
oh my god guys, everyone just missed chris’ interpretive reading of craigslist housing ads. completely spontaneous. my life might never be the same. Also, my new use of twitter (mostly while drunk) (??) is causing complications, because like where do I post observations like this, anyway? Here, there, both? I’ve settled on an elimination process in which I try typing my words into...
The near future — let’s peg it 2020 and beyond — is a blank because there is no...– Kevin Kelly, as quoted in the NYT
How did I not know that Wes Anderson was a ginger?
things I love about the internet in december:
1. end of year music lists, which generally serve to remind me that I’m about a year behind everyone musically. BUT THAT’S OKAY BECAUSE IT MEANS YOU’VE VETTED ALL THE GOOD STUFF FOR ME RIGHT 2. holiday gift guides like this one.
Things I shouldn’t do while drinking: 1. tweet 2. shop online
WANT. ALL OF THESE. FOR MY NEW HOUSE. →
AND IF I DON’T GET THEM FOR CHRIMAS I AM BUYING THEM MYSELFFFF
holy shit, college students
butterflynet: wineintowater: YOU DO NOT NEED PETS Word. Word. So many words. Word count: 4 million. I love my dog! And I’m not a college student anymore, and I was graduated for a while when I got him, but I did go back to school for a while with a dog, and I think I probably had more time for a pet before I got a full time gig. Also, my roommate has a dog, and she dotes on him so...
i have been tearing up twitter tonight
but I am a social media fail. I had something to say here but I forgot what it was. but goddamn if it’s not too cold to be sober.
toodle that doodle: About to brave the dreary rain... →
wineintowater: marieyall: snaggleraggle: About to brave the dreary rain to go grocery shopping. The Harris Teeter cashier better not ask me “Is all this food for you?” this time (like last week when I bought a bunch of supplies for holiday party potlucks). Or, bug me about what kind of muffins i’m baking or announce to everyone that my… Argh no I hate that! At Trader Joe’s recently I only...
okay so look
This big (tall, not so skinny) dude came in to my store tonight with a couple of friends around 10. He was a little tipsy but we had a very coherent (albeit mightly enthusiastic) conversation about music and he seemed to be holding his own. Not even an hour later, no kidding, he’s back in my store and he is tore up, which how does that even happen? I can’t even get drunk that fast? But...
OH MY GOD I DID NOT REALIZE I HAD THIS MUCH STUFF
and now Ihave to move in a week and I don’t know what to do about it and I can’t throw away all my old english class notes or the (approximately 5 million) cards my grandparents have sent me or my stuffed animals from childhood but maybe I’m a hoarder? like on that episode of bones where that guy hit his head on one of his twenty rotating fans and fell through the floor of the...
last time i cut my own hair, i was trashed.
(don’t you love it when something starts out with that intro?) I’m not drunk this time, but I still don’t know what the hell just happened. I was procrastinating about taking a shower and thinking I’d trim my bangs and wham all the sudden I’ve got my disembodied ponytail in my hand, and I didn’t even get the “oh shit this is a bad idea” feeling...
i bought my boyfriend a super awesome christmas...
and i thought he’d never ever guess it, but he figured out what it was the next day. record. last christmas it took him at least a couple of weeks. he’s like a christmas present ninja or something.
The Viral Me →
Every update, every tweet, every check-in, ultimately began to feel not unlike doing my expenses. The experience isn’t unusual. I think old people like me (I’m 38) often do this stuff to feel like the world hasn’t yet left them behind, but we don’t have any natural hunger for it. It’s kind of like androids having sex: We know we’re supposed to do it, but we’re not really sure why. Meanwhile, and...