January 2012
in all honesty, i’m not really excited for “new years”. i mean, so far as celebrations go, it’s not really that special, it’s just an obligatory get-fucked-up night and i get fucked up whenever i want to and i don’t know, when the point is to just get fucked up because you’re supposed to today, it just feels like a chore in some way? and besides that,...
December 2011
i’ll stop there but you know. listen to it or something.
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i’m just all bitter cause right when i finished decorating my sim house to perfection the motherfucker crashed on me. sdfdskfksdf,
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i hate dumb eyes. people with dumb eyes:
clair danes (fuckin esp in romeo and juliet)
that redhead chick in the new terminator movie
zooey deschanel
like do you know what i mean by dumb eyes? they just have this like googly-eye, flat one dimensional look like their eyes are just on the fucking surface of their face and they never know what the fuck is going on.
polyvore makes me sad i can’t use it
i can't decide
should i paint my nails this sparkly champagne colour for new years or chanel rouge-noir? i have this problem where no matter what my options are i always go for rouge-noir, it’s the greatest nail polish i have ever used or seen or anything. but i should, you know, shake things up. or should i? WHAT DO I DO?
i made perogies. six white cheese, six cheddar. put them all together on a plate. EVERY SINGLE ONE I GRABBED WAS WHITE. every single one muscles grabbed was cheddar. WITHOUT FAIL. what the fuckkk.
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vat shall i make for deeeenarrr…
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“oh man… i shot marvin in the face…”
