January 2010
Damn it.
All I hear is.
weeew pop. weeew pop. weeew pop. weeew pop. weeew pop. weeew pop. weeew popopopopopopopop.
FUUUUUUUUUCK.
I don’t like fireworks very much. And the people on my block are firework happy. >.>
lyndaintheskywithdiamonds:fucksun:
iwillgetthis.iwillgetthis.iwillgetthis. iwillgetthis. iwillgetthis. D: I hate auctions. They’re stressful.
i ABHOR them. because right when you’re about to get the item and there’s like, 30 secs left some mofo always posts a shitload of NP THATS NOT WHAT AUCTIONS ARE FOR~~ :(
I KNOOOOOOOOW. D: but I’ve been saving up for a Halloween Paint Brush and...
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls. The most massive characters...”
– Khalil Gibran
December 2009
Well.
Today while I was driving home from work, I saw this truck saying, “Cowboy butts make me nuts.” “I honk for rednecks.”
I had to pull over because I was laughing so hard.
This is a remarkably amazing way to end the year.
A Matthew Gray Gubler spam? Thank you Hotch.
A poem for my fellow Tumblrs-
thatjeffreyguy:jamie-ftw:
Tumblr lit up my life as I became Jerfrey’s wife, Michael Jackson died suddenly, while people fan-girled over Glee, Miley Cyrus is still a whore and Brittany Murphy is not here with us anymore.
We obsess over Harry Potter and Jerfrey obsesses over otters. I swear I’m so indie I can’t even, But I can’t wait for 2010 to begin. Sometimes pedobear visits me, Or he creeps...
