Bad 1: I saw Mr. Harnett at starbucks… he ran from me. Apparently, it’s nothing personal, but he just hates seeing and talking to students out of class. 2: My anatomy teacher’s hatred for me has done nothing but intensify. Good 1: Went out for coffee with my galpal Hannah 2: My glorious 85 cent doughnut was worth the glorious 85 pounds I’m about to gain.
TBTG Day 1
Bad 1: Orchestra kiddies chip away at my soul every class period. Today was particularly bad. 2: Harnett made me feel stupid and incapable of doing anything right Good 1: Someone said something to make me feel special today. 2: I returned the books Mrs. O let me borrow a few months ago. I felt responsible.
The final solution? →
if only my prefrontal cortex
were to be damaged in such a way where it would completely trash the already faulty filter on the things I say. My recurring wordvomit would either become nonexistent because I wouldn’t hastily be searching for words/excuses, or it would become significantly or hilariously worse. I could just spew the things I hold back from the idiots that surround me and have a damn good excuse for it.
the "y u no" meme.... →
It's sunny and warm, and...
Oh southern california… it’s 79 degrees in January. Today, the sun is out, shining brightly and warming the ground. My neighbors are having a pool party with loud music and alcoholic beverages. The birds are singing, my dogs are dozing, my parents are lazily lounging around the house. I’m camped out in my room. Doing about 3 days worth of absent work and the assload of homework...
Feeling sorry for yourself?
I am so damn sick of everyone feeling sorry for themselves. I myself have been guilty of such behavior, but I have not squirted bloody vaginal discharge on everything and flipped hundreds of tits over nothing. It is perfectly normal to rant and rage and complain. Holding in is not healthy. But if the thing(s) bothering you are so constant, so troubling, that it wrecks your life and causes...
i did something different today
and I’m the one person who noticed. [: I do enjoy the little things… It’s delightful to carry a secret all to myself.
with sweetarts chewys. seriously. they’re hard as all cock to find..but when i do find them… i eat them like crackwhores snort crack. also… when target stopped selling pixie sticks… i was devastated. I found them again… at joannes. [:
I think the worst thing about my day
was that my dad ate all the potato chips and ice cream in the house.
Reblog if you want your followers to ask you...
hopping on the bandwagon: i’m doing it right
If you love your mom. Repost this. One girl didn't...
dailytaters: I LOVE MY MOM.Instant reblog not going to take the chance. I’m doing this just cuz I love my mom :) <3
Rackin' it up: my brain
I know I’m not stupid. I get A’s and B’s in difficult classes, but though I try hard, I’m still lazy and do as little as I can let myself get away with. I suppose if I had more time, I’d have better grades… but I digress.(not dissing state schools. In any way possible. they’re great. i promise. I’m probably going to go to one.) If I go to a state...
yall fucking haters make my ass tired, LOL!
justanotherprogrammer: dailytaters: YEAH I BET YOUR ASS IS TIRED! tired from my gigantic cock
Women Should Stay In the Kitchen.
Women should not be permitted to leave the kitchen, the only exceptions being baby making and serving sandwiches to their significant other/guests. We are good for virtually nothing else, save sewing and cleaning. Just kidding. My mom was just talking about how my grandmother was raised with “you are nothing without a man”, and all the physical and emotional abuse she endured. It...
i cut myself
shaving in the shower. it hurts like assrape in an alley filled with broken glass- a LOT.
justanotherprogrammer: writingwordsonwalls: ...
So I was eating a cheezburger for dinner
dailytaters: craftycheeze: and then I ate another, without any malfunctions, save the nausea and self-loathing. You suck -.- not as much as you blow…burgery bits out of your nasal passages.
So I was eating a cheezburger for dinner
and then I ate another, without any malfunctions, save the nausea and self-loathing.
I ain't even mad, bro
Getting along with people i’m not fond of. Being as brief as humanly possible while still being polite to someone and giving them more respect than they deserve is not particularly easy, and when they do everything in their power to purposefully be as irritating as they can, it most assuredly is not fun. But… I ain’t even mad. silly dipshits gon’ be silly dipshits.