December 2011
Oh, thanks for the non-invitation. And this is why I’m mad at you.
I need to stop thinking too much.
There's a Big Bang Theory marathon on tonight....
“An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing...”
– Charles Bukowski (via outofacademia)
Another ending.
I have nothing to show for this year. I’m actually very, very happy that it’s over.
I kind of want change. Nothing morbid, though that will probably come along, too.
I need a good change. Something motivational. I’m starting to just lay around because I don’t really have anything exciting to wake up to.
When you tell your crush that you like them:
expectations
but this is their face in reality
http://thatfunnyblog.tumblr.com/
Every girl I know is like
wowfunniestposts:
“I’m spending the holidays SINGLE this year”
And I’m like, “I spend my holidays single every year”
Cinnamon Challenge this.
Cinnamon Challenge that.
God, my town sure doesn’t know the trends when they first come out, because they find the Cinnamon Challenge to be the coolest shit ever all of a sudden!
Whenever I start “talking talking” to a guy (isn’t that what it’s called), I always wonder how many girls he’s said the things he’s saying to me, or if he’s saying it to other girls as we’re talking, too. Which, I’m sure there’s some. And that kind of sucks.
Okay, who ever gave creepy Jeremiah or whatever my number, thanks. He’s not getting the hint that for some odd reason, I don’t carry on conversations with creepy black men whom I don’t even know.
There’s something about bad ass assassins who happen to be females in movies that just entertains the fuck out of me.