February 2011
January 2011
Thing I Want to Do #13: Be rescued . . . from a...
Thing I Want to Do #22: Start something (fashion...
Thing I Want to Do #40: Bag a boyfriend that at...
Thing I Want to Do #81: Inspire someone in some...
Thing I Want to Do #97: Have someone mistake me...
Thing I Want to Do #72: Have a photograph taken of...
Thing I Want to Do #88: Kiss an Irish guy in an...
Thing I Want to Do #37: Have a guy punch out...
Thing I Want to Do #56: Run to someone I haven't...
Just a rant.
There’s a certain “gang” of douchebags (well, not all of them are, but they each have douche-y qualities) on my side of town who are annoying the shit out of me. None of these guys are even close friends anymore, and even when they were, they just smoked pot together all day and called it a “brotherhood”, yet they still rep the stupid name (which I won’t mention...
Attending the funeral of Chivalry.
And all other forms of politeness and social niceties, apparently.
I’m talking to an acquaintance over Facebook IM, and he casually asks me if I’d ever be interested in coming over and hanging out sometime. Naturally, since he’s a nice guy and has never given me reason to distrust or dislike him in the past, I agree. Later in the conversation, he eventually says, “Thanks...
Some rhyming thoughts. . . . (I know; it sounds...
I was a little white dress in the summer air.
I was a midnight bus ride without a care.
I was a Valentine’s card with a picture inside.
I was a skinny glass bottle with a sticker on the side.
I was a notebook page crumpled into a ball.
On a rainy day, I was a single missed call.
I was a lipstick stain on a sunburnt cheek.
I was an “I love you” text in the middle of the...
You know? I think it's a sign of maturity when...
February is a very shitty month.
First comes Valentine’s Day, which I will spend alone like I have every other year, even though for two of them I actually had a boyfriend. Yay. I’m probably going to projectile vomit from all the gooey tweets and FB statuses I’ll be forced to look at.
Then comes a visit from my mom, who’s a half a second away from disowning me now.
And finally, my dumb fucking birthday,...
It's incredible how much time and money we invest...
Whateva, I ain't even mad.
picknmix-:
Dude . . . ?
I’m sorry, but I really just have to fucking vent. Feel free to stop reading now if you’ve already lost interest.
Seriously, I did all that: I was there for you for all that time, I held my emotions back for the sake of our friendship for so many years, I listened to all your problems with other girls (no matter how much it hurt me) and offered you my most sincere advice, I let myself...
buhlyth3-:
whenever i’m having a bad day/week i unfollow people for no reason.