SoH Mercy

ainaraoftime:

ainaraoftime:

one of my favourite linguistic phenomena/in-jokes is spanish potato chips being “ham-flavored, probably”

y’see because spain and portugal are so close, labels in stuff like food, shampoo, etc often come in portuguese as well as spanish

this brand of chips, Lay’s, displays the flavor in spanish and portuguese, resulting in ham-flavored chips looking like this:

with “jamón” being spanish and “presunto” being portuguese

however, “presunto” is also a spanish adjective, meaning “presumed” (or suspected)

so you have this in-joke going where spanish chips taste like ham, presumably

Can confirm, we have these in the vending machine at school

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I wouldn’t mind waking up to you.

It’s funny because there’s a really awkward and not-cute-at-all story behind this, that involves me accidentally being creepy.

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Obligatory recognition of Valentine’s Day.

Awkward moment when I realize this (seven months, dear Lord) is the most time I’ve spent out of a relationship during my entire high school career. Kudos to Lindsay for telling me I’ve been in “like a million” of those and making me realize that compared to my friends, I’m a social butterfly. T_______T

THREE, LINDSAY! I HAVE HAD THREE, AND ONE DOESN’T COUNT BECAUSE I CAN BARELY REMEMBER IT.

I haven’t even kissed anybody in 2013 yet, sheesh. BRI DON’T READ THAT LAST SENTENCE BECAUSE I KNOW YOU’LL SAY EW.

I think… I have better things to focus on… Like self-esteem, strong friendships, and music. Yeah, the music thing I kinda pulled out of my back pocket, but I suppose I should spend some time in that department. So if I don’t have a valentine in the traditional sense… I guess I’m fine with that. I have close friends that I can spend time with and bake cookies for, who love on me whenever I demand need it. I’ve spent the day taking it easy and chilling out around here because all of tumblr is my valentine, too, lol. I’m not really planning on jumping back into the dating game anytime soon. But if you want to go out with me, let’s face it, I probably wouldn’t say no.

Second chances are cool, too.

On a side note, I wished Jay a happy birthday on facebook like I always do, and maybe this will be the year that he decides I’m a creep and he wants to block me. I dunno. I guess being somebody’s angel doesn’t really mean much once you don’t need saving anymore.

Happy Valentine’s Day, all!

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