You know what’s a dealbreaker? When they can’t differentiate between “your” and “you’re” or “their”, “there”, and “they’re” or “too”, “to”, and “two” … LEARN HOW TO SPELL GODDAMMIT!
I would like to throw the fuck up right now. I love you but you are an idiot. I love you but you are an idiot. I like you … but let’s not be idiots.
The past couple of days have been really, really good. I find myself driving home with a smile on my face, belting out the lyrics to “Hot n Cold” by Katy Perry. It is definitely the hormones. Not the horny-hormones. The girl kind. That make me insane. Off to Vegas tomorrow. I’ll be gone until the 3rd. Woop-de-fucking-doo.
ok, NOW I am going to throw up in my mouth
To recover from what I just saw, I need a. Midol, b. a Vitamin Water Energy drink, and c. 2 hard tacos from Taco Bell. I am so on that shit right now. Ughhhhhhhhhhhh.
I’m really tired due to the 5 fucking hours of sleep I got last night. I’ve grown too accustomed to hours-long late night phone calls. In an hour and a half I’m going to play an epic game of Horse against this guy who I had the hugest crush on in 8th grade. After I met him at some basketball game I wrote in my Xanga that I had “met the hottest guy ever omg giggle lolz...
WTBalls have I been doing for the past three days that has forced me to neglect updating my tumblr? Uhhh … Oh yea, I went to San Diego, which in Spanish means “a whale’s vagina.” Doesn’t it mean Saint Diego? No, thats just wrong. San Diego is like Orange County but bigger. No offense to San Diego. Hella offense to Orange County though! We had to drive past the OC to...
twat– It just sounds so much better than “cunt” — a little less vulgar and a lot more fun to say.
I don’t know” means “no.” “I don’t know” means “I’m too cowardly to tell you...– (via littlemiss) (via kari-shma) I have a feeling I’m going to be doing a lot of reblogging in the future. Sorry so sappy.
copycats: “Baby Got Back” by Jonathan Coulton ...
I just watched 10 Things I Hate About You
It is still one of my favorite movies — favorite 90s movie, definitely. The poem always gets me I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always...
People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you...– Mother Teresa (via littlemiss) Oh Mother Teresa, I love you.
Andrew fails @ teh interwebz
Andrew: What are you reading?
Me: I'm on tumblr.
Andrew: What's a tumblr?
Andrew: Is that like a romper?
I am not a coutourier. I am an artisan. I craft happiness.– Yves Saint Laurent (via prettylegit) (via kari-shma)
The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.– Oscar Wilde (via kari-shma) (via littlemiss) Which is why honesty is not always the best policy.
The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray.– Oscar Wilde
Nostalgia part 5?
It cheers me up to think of memories like that, because it reminds me that one day I’ll be able to look back on this most recent relationship without wanting to strangle someone (preferably him). Someday in the future I’ll be able to look back on everything that happened and either smile or cringe. Ew, I still cringe when I think of my first boyfriend, but it’s a detached sort of...
A PS to that story
When we liked each other he gave me this necklace with this huge pink stone thing as a Christmas present, and I insisted on wearing it all the time even though it went against dress code. Wearing that necklace, as well as my mascara and rotating collection of brightly colored shoelaces, was one of my few acts of rebellion. I gave him this cheap necklace from the guys’ section of...
The first guy that I ever really, really liked did the First Reading tonight. He was a grade older than me and during weekly Mass I would try to sit next to him. I was so fucking shy around him, it was ridiculous. In my eyes, he was utter perfection; whenever our eyes met I literally melted. Many an adolescent diary page was penned because of him. I mean, he was smart, he loved basketball, he was...
Midnight Mass always makes me feel all nostalgic and warm and Christmas-y. I’m sorry Nastia, but I love Christmas songs during Christmastime. It probably has something to do with the 14+ years of Catholic school-ing I had. I remember the Christmas when I found out that Santa wasn’t real. I cried during the homily because I “could relate.” I was like seven. I was such a...
I just got back from midnight Mass
Whenever the priest says, “And the Angel said unto them, ‘Behold, the Savior is born,” I’m always reminded of A Charlie Brown Christmas and how the kid with the blanket says that line. He has the cutest cartoon voice.
nastiaisredpanda: If you can say “I dgaf,” can you also say “I gaf”? Yep, I do.
After some hardcore Facebook lurking last night I discovered that this incredibly hot girl who went to my high school ran away/disappeared/etc. She was a few years younger than me and always on my aforementioned ex-boyfriend’s nuts. I always used to pretend that her constant flirting with him annoyed me, but a. I was pretty secure in my relationship and b. she was so prettyyy that it amused...
Goals for Break
—> Read Books 5, 6, & 7 of the Harry Potter series … Jane actually accused me of not being a real fan the other day because I could not remember some inane plot detail … & that made me feel like a Harry Potter failure :[ —> Take serging lessons at Joanns until I am pro-sauce at using my beautiful new serger <3 —> Get supercereal clothing started ...
We used to be just like twins, so in sync The same energy, now a dead battery...– Someone call the waaahmbulance for me.
Back in “The Valley” & it’s cold. Oxymoron. Noteworthy events of winter break THUS FAR: —> I ate Jack in the Box and In n Out two days in a row, which is relevant because I never eat fast fooood in Berkeley and it was delicious. —> I also went clubbing two nights in a row. Hipster clubbing for the lulz! I’m glad that I had such a good time popping...
Why fight it?
I can lie to other people, I can lie to myself, it doesn’t matter. I’m not as strong as I thought I was, and maybe that isn’t a bad thing. This break I’m going to deal with reality — as weak, as broken, as fucked up as it’ll make me (again). I appreciate everyone’s advice, and keep giving it, seriously, but I have to deal with this honestly. I...
sleeping with … (Anonymous) 2008-12-18 10:35 pm UTC (link) I...– ANONCON