No Evidence of Intelligence

My view today says I need a refill.

[Now that I know why everyone was posting pictures of their computer screens all day I feel more informed.]

Dear friends,

I feel slightly uncouth doing this for reasons I can’t explain, but I’m going to do it anyway, as a thank you to you all and also as a shameless promotional tool for the book. W.W. Norton thanks you for understanding.

I’d like to give away two signed copies of HEFT. I will write whatever you want in it. With the exception of some terrible offensive thing that will be discovered later out of context and then held up as proof of my horribleness. If you already have the book, you could enter anyway and give it to a friend.

The way you enter the contest: reblog this post. That’s it. I’ll then use a random number generator to generate a random number between 1 and however-many-of-you-enter, and then count down to the proper names. Then I will notify you, you can tell me what to write (“Dear Margo, it isn’t over until it’s over”) and I’ll send you the book and a bonus prize that I haven’t thought of yet.

Good luck! And thanks for reading!

I LOVE books. I LOVE books autographed by the author that much more…and this is on my list! YAY!

holyshirtsandpants:

The world can now come to an end.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

pleaseexcusethemess:

kimbaland:

This needs to be on this here blog for eternity.

Laugh every. single. time.

Bwahaaaaahaaaaaa

This. Every single person on the planet (except me) owns a North Face jacket. I don’t know if this means that I need one, or that I am a special snowflake and should keep it that way by refusing to follow the masses.

(Source: phenthouse)

Today 3 people in Facebook land got engaged.

Then, some a-hole travel agent I haven’t spoken to in 7 years emails me the, “Top 10 most romantic Honeymoon locations.”

Way to rub it in Tuesday, way to rub it in.

meredithbklyn:

LOVE Rose Byrne’s Elie Saab jumpsuit

I just don’t get it. Maybe this is a bad angle? It just looks like her head was photo-shopped onto someone else’s body. Maybe the pants are too long…I fee like I need to see some shoes. Maybe she just has a big head?

Ok, UCYN, I’ll play.

My talent is clogging (and gossiping).

This did not make me want that muffin any less.

It was basically just cardboard drizzled with lemon juice sprinkled with pepper.

vom.com

I just realized that I say, “wuddent.”

As in, “It wuddent me.”

What the F language am I speaking? Why hasn’t anyone ever brought this to my attention?

Excuse me while I practice saying, “wasn’t.”

wasn’t

wuhz-unt

I just had to turn down a muffin.

A delicious, fresh, blueberry muffin.

All because it is 350 calories and the stupid Lose It app will only allow me 1580 calories per day.

1580 calories is literally nothing. Yes, I said literally. nothing.

No Evidence of Intelligence

Fine Folk

Signed HEFT giveaway

Snooki is preggers.

Argh

F You Friday