It's like god just spoke to me...hahaha
txtsfrmlstnght: (503): Condoms? Check. Glitter? Check. Fuck me pumps? Double check. Dignity? No where to be found. I’m about to homewreck the shit out of that dumb bitch. (360): I’ve been meaning to talk to you about your lack of self-respect these days and the toll it’s taking on your vagina. IFUCKINGLOVETEXTSFROMLASTNIGHT. It’s FTW. I am currently trying to rediscover Our Lady Peace but...
If someone breaks your heart, just punch them in the face. Oh sure, it seems...– chuck klosterman (via quotewhore)
Carrie is playing tonight at 11:00 p.m. I SOOOOOOO WANT TO GO. TOO BAD I’m already going to see my sister’s keeper. SONOFABITCH. I also really want to go see Away We Go but I made flaky plans to see that with someone else. I don’t know if that will actually happen. In fact, I’m fairly certain that it won’t but I’m still retaining some hope. Poop.
pretty paper towels
Is it weird that I’m afraid of my new camera? It’s so pretty. :”/ Haha, that emoticon looks more like a football player than someone who is crying. So Michael Jackson is dead but meh…I don’t know, I’m just not that sad. I didn’t know him. But apparently the rest of the world is greatly upset. IDK…he was one hell of a dancer though. White boy had...
anything can happen in the woods
How can something with such an excellent title “for what it’s worth” have such awful lyrics? Thanks Placebo, you’e sunk to a new low. I kid (sort of)! In all honesty, the lyrics are horrific but the song is borderline enjoyable. I say borderline meaning -it’s bearible but I am not going to consiously choose to listen to it. However, they should have named it something...
So I am seriously considering quitting my job. I say that every weekend but this time I’m actually considering it. Most of the time I really hate you until you do things like pass me a note asking me to prom. Then, I don’t hate you as much. That was actually the highlight of my day. I think about calling you a lot but I don’t really have anything to say. Yep….and...
I need some irish in my coffee.
I don’t care if I’m your favorite. You told all the right people, all the people you knew would tell me. But it doesn’t matter. You know there’s a reason I avert your glance, a reason I don’t always say very much and a reason that I almost call out every goddamn weekend. But that doesn’t really matter, right?
Prince Caspian? Whaaa?
It started out as a feeling Which then grew into a hope Which then turned into a quiet thought Which then turned into a quiet word And then that word grew louder and louder ‘Til it was a battle cry I’ll come back When you call me No need to say goodbye Just because everything’s changing Doesn’t mean it’s never Been this way before All you can do is try to know Who...
If you tell people you are a photographer, people will inevitably ask you to take their picture. And then when you take their picture, they will want copies. And when you make them copies, they will be upset with how ugly they came out. And then they will be inevitably blame you. So please folks, do not take ugly people’s pictures. And ugly people, don’t blame the camera or...