I’ve been working on my Ernest Hemingway presentation for an hour. Slide 1 talks about how he shares a first name with Ernest of Ernest Goes to Africa fame and slide 2 just talks about how much I would bone a young Hemingway.
What if I’m not joking though? What if this is how I quit school?
randombutdelightful said:
GOD YES to boning a young Hemingway! There was a pretty fascinating article in Vanity Fair recently about all the papers some researchers recently found in his Cuban Villa.
I'm really embarrassed about blogging. You would think I would quit this, but I can't. It's like that movie about that gay cowboy and that other gay cowboy and how they want to quit each other, but they can't. It's like that with me and my blog. We're just two metaphorical gay cowboys who don't have the ability to quit each other. Except my blog doesn't have the ability to quit me, so it's even more depressing. It's just me, one metaphorical gay cowboy, not being able to quit an inanimate object. I'm not gay and I'm not a cowboy, but I think you get what I mean. Heath Ledger was so hot in that movie.
I write for a hip, cool site over at HelloGiggles because I am a hip, cool person. Just kidding. I don't know why they asked me to write for them.
I'm also an LOL tag editor for Tumblr, so that is also a fact about me. You're welcome!