July 2010
June 2010
MAMAZ BACK
The past four days of my life have been intense and kind of indescribable.
Let’s just leave it at this:
I am physically exhausted, and my pheromones are bringing all kinds of people to the yard.
Anonymous asked: are you a lesbian?
cityindian asked: I just want to say that I love your eyebrows.
This is probably weird, but whatever. They make you look like you're giving the world a sassy smirk.
This is probably weird, but whatever. They make you look like you're giving the world a sassy smirk.
In regards to my dog.
Amanda: Your hair is looking a little brassy, Phoebe.
Me: You've reached a whole new level of bitch, Amanda.
Important things:
-If you aren’t happy, change it.
Don’t stew in self-pity. Get the fuck up and MAKE yourself happy.
It’s taken me two years to fully comprehend that. Two long, fucking years; losing myself, finding myself, losing myself and finding myself all over again.
-The ~real~ comes out of people in times of stress, sadness, and anger. That’s when you really find...
Me: OH NO. She deleted her Tumblr. Oh my god. I'm panicking.
E: Oh my god. I just had this horrible vision of me typing in your url and nothing coming up.
Me: ...but we're friends in real life...I'm...here...always.
E: Yeah, but I can cuddle with your blog before bed.
I FOUND MY YOGA PANTS I FOUND MY YOGA PANTS I FOUND MY YOGA PANTS.
I FOUND MY YOGA PANTS.
SOMEONE FOLLOWED ME HOME.
Someone. Followed. Me. Home.
I don’t know whether to freak out, or be totally pleased with myself that I pissed someone off so bad, they felt obligated to follow me to my house.
I’m caught in the middle, you guys.
Growing up means bringing into discussion the possibility and likelihood of showing your breasts to one of your oldest friends, because you guys never really had that ~moment~ growing up where weird, sexual things happened between the two of you.
So good to be going home.
This is your chance to influence my life...kind...
Give me some suggestions for a road trip mix c.d.
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mcskinney asked: I CAN'T HELP IT, YOU GOTTA STOP ME.
“Megan, there’s no lesbians in sixth grade. You don’t start knowing...”
– My little brother is “knowledgable”.
vanessaantonio:
Destiny’s Child - Nasty Girl...
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You know what’s awkward? Bumping into someone who’s had ~sExUaL ReLAtIoNs~ with someone you’ve had ~sExUaL ReLAtIoNs~ with. I mean, you both know it, and there’s this weird tension between the two of you, so it’s not like you can ignore it… but apparently “so, how about (insert name here)’s balls?” is not exactly the best ice-breaker.
COME ON,...
heyitsjson:
Ciara - Ride (Feat. Ludacris)
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This past weekend completely devoured me, coughed me back up, and here I am, Monday Tuesday night bl0ggin’.
There are some things that should be stated:
-This week is going to be one of the busiest weeks of my life. -This weekend is going to be obscene and glorious. -Next Tuesday, I will be in Vegas, drunk, wearing my favorite black dress.
Blap. Blap.
“And by the way, Willie Marine was alive in 2008 because he got a ticket.”
– IF MY BEST FRIEND AND I WANT TO KNOW WHERE YOU AT, BEST BELIEVE WE GON’ FIND YOU.
“There is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you...”
– Bukowski
Tonight, whilst sipping my cranberry & vodka, watching the young women and young men around me awkwardly dip, and twerk, and bump to the sounds of an inept DJ, this guy sat next to me and struck up a conversation. It was actually more of him yelling in my ear “what are you drinking?”, to which I replied, “booze”. While I was prepared for his hit-and-miss pick up...
sexmusic:
let’s go to bed // the cure
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Things that need to be said:
-I don’t know what’s more pathetic. Being a douche, or being the person who’s shoulder deep in said douche’s ass.
I’m going to go with the latter.
-I love it when people offer to pick me up. It’s like, “oh great, because I didn’t want to get gas, and it’s going to be a bitch getting my car clean before I have to come get you because...
