Anton Chekhov (via larmoyante)
Uh oh…this might replace The Smiths: “Black is what I wear on the outside cause black is what I feel on the inside” for my go-to answer when people ask me why I (always) wear black.
Looking through Craigslist’s ads for places to live/work/ways to earn money is always a goldmine of oddities (I have seen all kinds of casting ads for TV shows along the lines of DO YOU HAVE FAMILY DRAMA? DO YOU NEED A PATERNITY TEST? DO YOU PRETEND TO BE OTHER PEOPLE ONLINE? DO YOU EAT WEIRD SHIT? IS YOUR BABYDADY’S MAMA SLEEPING WITH YOUR UNCLE BUT HAVING A LESBIAN AFFAIR WITH YOUR HAIRDRESSER?), but what sort of baffles me is housing ads that feel the need to specify that they are searching for “an awesome”, “cool” or “best” room/house mate. It just seems so redundant. I doubt anyone woke up and thought “what I would really like today is the shittiest housemate of all time!”. I mean, if you are looking for someone to live with you it is implied that they should be “awesome”. I am so tempted to write an ad seeking a shitty roommate know: Do you never clean up after yourself and never shower? Do you not have any money with which to pay bills? Do you deal drugs? Are you a psycho killer? Are you in a cult requiring blood sacrifices? Then come live with me!