Since only, like, three people that follow me on Tumblr are fellow Portlanders, I thought I would inform the rest of you guys, because maybe you weren’t aware:
Did you know that we’re fighting about fluoride in Portland?
That’s right! And today is election day! After today this issue will be resolved, and we will never fight this fight again (or we will, for like the fifth time). We can all go back to our normal lives of being healthy, beautiful, intelligent people, hopefully with stronger teeth. Right?
I’ve already voted (we have mail-in ballots here in Oregon), and thus have spent the last week or so being more and more frustrated by the argument that continues to unfold, like one of those baseball games where they go into the eleventh inning, 0-0 because neither team is playing well at all, it’s all errors and foul balls and you just want to go somewhere and drink cheaper beer but you paid $75 for these tickets, dammit.
So what the eff is going on?
How to Talk Yourself Out of …
plastic surgery: The Island of Dr. Moreau by H. G. Wells
tattoos: In the Penal Colony by Franz Kafka
haircuts: Sweeney Todd (multiple authors)
Oooh, let’s make this a thing…
prep school: The…
This is inspiring me to become a therapist who prescribes books instead of drugs.
MAYBE IT COULD BE MY DAD BUT I DUNNO
I DUNNO MEG I DUNNO
if he has some extra stuff? how would that work? I don’t know what size I am in anything because the nearest gear shop is almost 3 hours from here.
btw I hope his boys make the Knights look silly up in Saskatoon tonight.
I’ll have to ask him when he gets back from the memorial cup. Also my mom told me about the time that your dad first met my dad and your dad had never heard of the Red Wings