bk and abbey
so bored. but i have a strawberry milkshake. and you know my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard..
does anybody need a roommate?
i can’t take this fucking shit. i can’t. god fucking dammit. i’m tired of this.
I fell off the wagon
The Sims 3? Really?? Why does everything just continue on and on and on and on and on?
yo yo vermont
so.. no tornado, thank our lucky stars. pretty interesting day though. today i managed to a. think i was about to be the new millenium’s Dorothy (“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore) b. watch someone panic about someone else panicking c. get hailed on while being indoors d. get a terrible headache and nearly pass out at the kitchen table and.. e. talk about...
excited to get the n.e.r.d. album? hellz yeah
dear musically inclined gods,
sometimes music is the only thing that makes sense to me. the way the notes tell a story, the tempo and rhythm, short jumpy piziccato and smooth allegro, why can’t life just exist on a staff, with the next note there on the page in front of you? feels like my even 4/4 life just turned into 5/8 and i don’t know the next note.
i’m just wondering what eco-crazy sadistic community board decided that building a walmart in the middle of a field and paving a huge parking lot, bringing in millions of customers a year driving their gas guzzling cars was ok, yet allowing that walmart to have an airconditioning system is too bad for the environment, so instead, we’ll just work in 105 degrees. who fucking does that?...
its not you its me...
when people say that, i always think, “aren’t you lying?” in my opinions it IS you, not me. i need advice.
if you're lost out there and you need a friend...
whatever happened to predictability? the milkman, the paper boy, evening tv, you wish your old familiar friends were waiting just around the bend, everywhere you look theres a heart, i hear they’re home grown too…
and now i’ve realized i’ve just been pressing the preview button instead of submit. someone shoot me. that’d be fab.
me: katie! katie! what do you call cheese that's not yours?
katie: nacho cheese... i learned that joke when i was like five years old...
me: you did? and you never taught it to me? what else have you not told me? katie.. where do babies come from??!
so since i joined tumblr i’ve made all these fantastic posts from my phone, and have now come to the sad realization that they are lost somewhere in cyber space because my phone hasn’t actually been submitting then. i tell ya, technology has it out for me.
i think i'm crazy
this is fancy. tumblr you rule!