February 2012
mangoxo:
do ever see someone trying so desperately to fit in and you just feel so bad for them
not sad, just blurg. time to read the uncyclopedia article about billy mays. that usually helps.
AND SO IT BEGINS <33333
i complain — well, not with enough feeling for it to truly be called complaining, it’s more like a really watered-down whine? — about having no friends. i just want to express for the record that while it would be great if i had a thousand people to hang out with all the time, it’s not practical. when it comes down to it, i’d rather be alone than spending time with...
going to salvation army alone on a friday night
\m/ live fast die hard leave a pretty corpse \m/
that is, if my podcasts download within the hour.
it’s gonna be a really good day, i think.
“that’s just the way she is, she can’t help it.” so now i KNOW you are talking about me on the phone. real sly.
“Today is the beginning of Lent. And I’m giving up apologizing.”
– Conor Oberst (via mobscenity)
never facebook creeping again.
i haven't done this in a looong time →
i just succumbed to my curiosity and gave lana del ray a listen. i don’t get the controversy? she’s alright, i don’t see anything overtly annoying nor worthy of like a million props. like vanilla ice cream.
heyjuder replied to your post: i had a dream that i went to go weigh myself and…
mornin! the scales dont lie sugah dumplin
I HATE YOU.
every time i watch mad men i weep a single tear over my inability to be a high-power word twisting lady with booze in her office that she can drink ALL THE TIME while wearing some awesome fluffy yellow dress ensemble.
i had a dream that i went to go weigh myself and after i stepped onto the scale, the numbers wouldn’t stop increasing and eventually the scale split in half, right down the middle, and the numbers continued to pour out of it and then they started swirling around me in a string ad strangled me! happy morning errbody!
i always loved the clock in the west erie plaza. it was in a big glass box filled with what looked like random plumbing implements in primary colors. on the hour, a ball was supposed to — supposed to being the operative pair of words — roll down a track and do something entertaining. i don’t think i’ve ever seen it working or heard it chime. i don’t know if it’s...
if it’s the little things that make you happy why can’t it be the little things that make you sad, too?
my best friend from ages 5 to 9 got a yolo tattoo.
over the course of the past school year i’ve ended up befriending a ten year old boy named jason that lives on 29th street near where i usually park. i got to see him today for the first time since we left for break (!) and he told me as we were catching up to look him up on facebook and add him. so, i don’t know if that’d be weird, but i did look him up. this is one of his...
i feel like blowing a bunch of money online shopping tonight.
I CAN PLAY THE SIMS ALL NIGHT LONG IF I WANT TO
viva the four day weekend oh god i am so lame
the “rate movies you’ve seen” page on netflix is like a really satisfying, endless minigame in warioware, inc.
i had a beautiful valentine’s day with my boyfriend today but guess who is going to be a dead-ass human tomorrow, wearing day-old makeup to school? this bitch. it was very much worth it though.
max, who usually works as a valet at a fancy italian restaurant, is spending his valentine’s day washing dishes in the kitchen with a 48 year old gay guy that has a crush on him.
france: ten
france: twenty
france: thirty
france: forty
france: fifty
france: sixty
france:
france: sixty ten
world: france what are you do—
france: four twenties
world: france stop it
france: four twenties ten
world: france that doesn't even make any sense
france:
world:
france:
world:
france: hundred.