March 2010
I’m considering starting up a pen pal thing because, let’s be honest, who doesn’t like getting mail, you know? Thoughts?
February 2010
It is a good rule in life never to apologize: the right sort of people do not...
– The Man Upstairs, by P.G. Wodehouse (via erikavw) (via fuucknoitaint)
I vaguely remember waking up long enough to realize the corner of my Monster’s Inc. pillow case had managed it’s way into my empty Lucky Charms bowl, and soaked up the last bit of milk in there.
I hate passing out.
Anonymous asked: I wanna recommend you but I don't know what I should recommend you under. Your cute, humorous, and erotic.
Anonymous asked: You seem like you thoroughly, enjoy who you follow, if you were to suggest a few blogs to follow, who would they be?
Sometimes you just need a friend, you know? Someone you can jump in the car with at like, 3 in the morning and go get a slurpee. Someone who won’t judge you for dressing up incredibly skanky, but instead help you with your whore eyeliner and your amount of cleavage. Someone who will take pictures of stranger buttcrack’s with their phone and send them to you because it’s funny....
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babyastronauts:
All Februaries are without a doubt, the Worst Months in any given Year. Unpronounceable. Cold. Gray. Barren. A dumping ground for feature films. The month when you have finally used up all the tasty frozen preserves that you slaved over in a burst of super green eco-energy last summer. Now all you have left is freezer-burned hamburger meat, and you couldn’t care less....
My lymph node is really swollen. Saying lymph node outloud reminds me of Nymph mode, and I wish that were the case.
Sizzle Reel: People would be all, "your baby's... →
Welcome, csingel and georgiahoward! I can only assume you two are not assholes, as per the deducing skills of Greenthing, who is adorbz times infinity. THANK YOU for shouting me out and now that the pressure’s on, I’ll try not to disappoint. I’m even wearing underwear today.
PS, I…
Things that enrich my Tumblr experience:
-Posts of chocolate delights at all the right times (this...
So, I got a second job. And I have health insurance again. AND I just unloaded/loaded the dishwasher. I’m really proud of myself, you know? I’m pretending to be a grown up really well.
I can totally relate to all of those songs on the radio about being a bad, independent, workin’ two jobs, twerkin’ bitch. They apply to me now.
Oh, your room is the g-spot?
I can call you…Mr.Flintstone…? Because you can what? Make my bed rock?
Bro, I’m going to have to ask you to back up.
Is it sad that I don’t want to blog about someone who’s pretty famous now, but won’t be in another year or so, because I don’t want them to find my blog and realize what a creep I am in hopes that when they become less famous, I might have a chance with them?
Or does that border more of a crazy line? “I think it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same...
Get back to rap, you T-Pain’n too much.
– H.O.V.A
For the first time in my life, I have just too much ass in these jeans. I’m eating an apple because I don’t feel like cleaning a bowl to eat cereal. My brother is leaving and I’m really fucking sad. I just realized that I applied for another job on top of the one I have…I must have been high. I have thirteen dollars in my bank account. Thirteen motherfucking dollars, and I...
douglasmartini asked: What are some of the things that float through your head all day, every day?
I SLEEP ALL DAY AND BY THE TIME I WAKE UP, I HAVE TO GET READY FOR WORK.
Sometimes, I disappoint myself.
youcansuckmywhat asked: do you have any major regrets in your life and if so, would you go back in time to change them? if that's too personal you don't have to answer. just curious.
FRUIT OF MY LOINS, ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE. →
I want to go to a psychic.
I want someone to tell me my future, read my palm, tell me mystical things. I just want to stop feeling so boring.
Anonymous asked: If you had the chance to go back 5 years and tell yourself something, what would it be?
Anonymous asked: Are you irish? Just wondering.
Anonymous asked: What is your tattoo/s of?
Anonymous asked: How old are you?
Anonymous asked: what do you want to do with your life?