I'm Mik. Model, mother, moron. Future meta-magician. Current logic clinician. I write, teach logic, and fight lupus.
Testimonial from a former roommate:
"Living with you was like living with a quiet little opinionated deer person who floated around like a ghost and said smart/nutso things and ate seaweed. "
On this page, you will find an interest in:
-Philosophy (particularly epistemology)
-Linguistics
-Literature
-Parenting
-Lupus
-Medical marijuana
-Wichita, KS (my current residence)
-Boulder, CO (my future residence)
-University of Colorado
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
So, last night was pretty epic.
John and I went to a local comedy club and saw James Sibley, which was pretty hilarious (duh). Then we filled up jugs with gasoline, got hassled by the police (no, that’s a lie. This was the only time either of us has ever been pulled over and NOT been hassled. There actually are good cops!), bought and ate frozen pie, went to the Chisholm Creek Nature Center, got hassled by the police for real this time, escaped them into the woods, met some deer, then came home and played Super Stoned Chess.
I just finished putting pictures of my family in this collage frame I got and omg it is beautiful and i love them so much. <3
Oops.
My boyfriend, while using a razor to trim up the hair on the back of my head.
Last night I dreamed my boyfriend was an eagle.
John walks through the living room in steel-toed boots, carrying a chainsaw in one hand and a five-gallon tub of gasoline in the other.
John: Bye kids, see you later.
Kids: Bye, daddy.
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me: wtf.
It just now sort of dawned on me that we actually drove THROUGH a tornado (in Norman, Okla.) on Friday the motherfucking 13th, to get some fucking waffles.
him: I'm sorry, but you're dressed like a scenie-weenie.
me: I'm wearing your clothes...
it’s like my boyfriend’s arm tattoo came alive…
(Source: pokecuriosities)
The thing about flowers is, anyone can buy them. I have a boyfriend who has never bought me flowers, but has scoured the yard and brought me a veritable (albeit minuscule) bouquet of four-leaf clovers while I was sick in bed.
Me: I am just going to live off of smoothies from now on. There is no reason to ever eat real food again. I FUCKING LOVE SMOOTHIES.
Him: Are you just being too lazy to chew again?
Best night ever. There was a thunderstorm so we got super stoned, watched the fire trucks respond to false alarms in the dorm, watched Night of the Living Dead, and ate freeze-dried ice cream. I love romantic nights with my boyfriend. :)
I just got home and I was absolutely starving so I opened the fridge and there were leftover pancakes.
I FUCKING LOVE MY BOYFRIEND.
Like everyone, we do fight. The difference is, I think, that we don’t hold grudges. We’re both reasonable people and we recognize that we are both human and make mistakes; we can acknowledge our own and forgive others’. Moreover, no matter how much we fight, we love and support each other, so we know that if we’re fighting, it’s not the end of the relationship. Partially, I think this is one reason we fight so rarely; but it also makes it appear that we fight less often than we actually do. Even if we are mad at each other, we still support each other, so it might appear to others that we’re not fighting at all. This actually happened this last week; After John crashed his truck, his mom and sister wanted to know why I wasn’t pissed. Well, I was pissed about it, but I have the good sense and decency not to berate him in front of other people. We discussed it in private, and yes, there was yelling involved, but we resolve things rationally and respectfully. He treats me the same; even when I majorly screw up, he’s not going to pull out the details in public in some sort of attempt to get people to take his side.
Can I add some advice to this? If you spend your life looking for someone you never disagree or even argue with, you’re not gonna be happy. Instead, look for someone who still respects you, and whom you can still respect, even when you’re pissed at each other.
boyfriend: *shoves a patty of chorizos in front of my face*
boyfriend: LOOK AT ALL THE LYMPH NODES.
There is no more to this conversation. I killed my boyfriend with an ax shortly thereafter.
