January 2012
180 posts
I’ve moved on and it feels so great. I don’t need this friendship for convenience anymore. I’ll still be there, but it won’t ever be the same.
December 2011
126 posts
Loser 4 Life
OMG
I love my new snapback.
H8ers gun’ H8
Are you f**king kidding me?
Dear Work It (a new sitcom appearing on ABC), men dressing up as woman isn’t funny anymore. In fact, I can’t remember the last time it was ever funny.
This, my friends, is the end of television as we know it.
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My future house needs only these things:
A nice, big, sexy, luxurious, bed.
A fucking huge refrigerator
A 90 inch LCD Tv.
An enormous, in-ground, bathtub with whirlpool technology.
A wonderful bookcase.
That is all.
If you were to cut me open, only M&Ms would fall out.
I display all of the signs, yet you notice nothing.
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I’m cool beans.
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Lmao @ my French teacher
septimustully:
Once, during my sophomore year (her first year teaching French, my second year taking it) someone said the word “lesbian” and she told them “not to talk about that kind of stuff” in class. Yet she’s inadvertently incorporated a few major morsels of gayness into our lesson plans over the years.
Poems by Verlaine and Rimbaud
Cyrano de Bergerac (the “fo rizzle” Cyrano had at least...
Lmao
wayley:
Alexandria pixxxxxxxx
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My Blog is NSFW
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A text from my boss: “Merry X-mas. Tues 4-Close”
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I think I’m going to pull a Ghostface and murder anyone who doesn’t like Scream.
I still get up early and wake my mother up on Christmas.
Post one of the 7 deadly sins in my ask box for:
septimustully:
po-gay-mon:
Lust: A personal sex story.
Pride: Something that I like about myself.
Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.
Envy: Something I wish I was better at.
Gluttony: One of my favorite foods.
Wrath: Something that gets me angry.
Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.
HIT ME UP MON
If you don't love horror movies I don't love you.
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Trick R Treat is on.
So is The Shining.
This is a tough decision.
12 Days of Holiday Havoc on Maury
My afternoon.
Pretzels
I Sleep With Socks On
and I have no regrets.