These poor kids. They’re so smart but so terribly unattractive.
They got an awful lot of coffee in brazil...
I am very much in the mood to bake and read a good book. But, for now, I suppose I’ll just surf the interwebs awhile more than go to sleep. Or try to.
I really do love Sunset Blvd.
Sometimes you just have to step back and appreciate what you’ve got. And, I’ve got a lot.
itsallpr-deactivated20120124 asked: how are you? I miss you too :(
Someone’s getting cut. I’m fucking pissed. I’m packing my shit. I’m getting dolled up and going on a mission.
Let’s get married in a big cathedral by a priest. You say I’m the...– Hotel Yorba - White Stripes
I'm a gallery of broken hearts.
Ugh. I want to curl my hair all wild tonight. I don’t know how. But, now’s probably a good time to learn.
My life gets stranger by the day.
I’m in a jazz club in Chinatown. Thursday night. Youngest person here. On a guest list as a student. Someone’s birthday. Don’t know who’s. Definitely the only 23 year old Mexican in this joint. How did I get here? Oh, that’s right.
You’re agoraphobic! How dare you judge me!– me
I was supposed to be driving somewhere for work. But instead I’m just gonna keep going. At some point I’ll reach the ocean. I guess I’ll stop there.
The nicest things my ex-boyfriend ever said to me were pet names that he whispered when he was half asleep. Those include thumbellina and little owl - both incredibly sweet. Unfortunately, he was a complete ass for the majority of our relationship and therefore those things overshadow the few good things he did/said. I stopped loving him but I still love those names.
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness,...– Charles Bukowski (via iamnotmikepesce)
Fighting for the smallest goal to get a little self control.– Me and Mia - Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
You're dying for a cause but that don't make it...
I feel like a lot of people I message don’t realize I’m subtly mocking them. And, that is why we’ll never really be friends.
The jerk store called. They're running out of you.
I am a very sad panda right now.
I just remembered that you also said, “I care about you. I just don’t care about your life.”
Drunken late night calls lead to morning...
Thank you. I guess. Highlights: “You’re not a bitch, you’re bitchin.” “I woke up feeling miserable. But not a hangover, like a heartover.” Ugh. I feel like shit. Why do these men come after me? Why do I respond? I know why I answer the phone. Curiosity. I’d rather know than wonder what if. Even if knowing just hurts my feelings and makes me want to throw...
The man made me breakfast in bed. Too bad I felt too crappy to eat it. Otherwise, I would have loved breakfast in bed. No one’s ever done that for me before. Too bad things are just as muddy as before. They don’t feel like it. But, they are.
I am an idiot.
Seriously, how is this happening right now? It all feels like such a bad dream.
Okay, so this is my fault. I’m listening to some tunes on youtube. So I’m listening to The Kooks “Sofa Song” when I see on the right hand side another song by The Kooks entitled “I miss you already.” This is where I should have just ignored it and moved on with my evening/early morning. But, no. Ever the glutton for punishment I clicked on it. The song was a...
I love you forever. I like you for always. As long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.
Did you really just delete that so quickly? Was it because of my comment or am I just imagining things?
I'll find my voice again.
At this exact moment I’m really not sure if this is a case of long division or short division. But, I’m frustrated. Oh well. You can’t make anyone believe anything other than what they want to believe.
Oh non-drinking brother...you will never...
Me: Look at all this wine I bought!
James: For cooking or for drinking?
Me: Answer your own question.
James: For cooking or for drinking?
Me: For drinking! Duh!