April 2012
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I don’t like being sick.
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I wish I had done Underworld. I would have done a much better job.
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why god why
I’m watching “Through a Child’s Eyes: 9/11” and just. Ugh. I’m crying. Why does the world kill each and every one of us and create us into cold, harden adults. Waaaaah. So, so many feels. Now Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
John Cusack is so cute and handsome in Sixteen Candles. Judd Nelson in The Breakfast Club is also widely attractive. Ahh…’80s movies.
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Watching The Breakfast Club like a boss.
Siiiiiiiiigh
I really, really, wish I had a job.
Musings....
I’ve noticed relationships go a lot more smoothly when the people involved don’t treat each other as objects to be possessed.
campuscrusade:
Just got into a heated argument about transgenders with my parents. I fucking won.
Oh oh! More details! Who said what?
Stealing my mom’s wine because I damn well feel like having some wine. No “yolo” about it.
I should be able to test drive a bra for a week before I decide to buy it.
Blarg
My anxiety is going up for no reason. I feel a panic attack coming on and I took my prozac like five hours ago. Ugggh.
Cuntssssss
I don’t know why this bitch on the internet got under my skin so much. I should give not one fuck.
I wish I was more vascular.
Fack
BORED. Can’t sleep.
veneralia asked: HEY SO LIKE, I'M DEBATING ON EITHER CHICAGO, BOSTON OR MINNEAPOLIS THIS SUMMER (if I get the time~). IF I GO TO CHICAGO WE SHOULD TOTALLY HANG OUT orlikeyoucangiveusaplacetostayforafewdayslolololwut
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I haaaaaaatttte this
I want a job and I want money so I can buy all those pretty plugs I’ve found.
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in other news...
I just rolled off the bed. THE CAT IS SUCH A BED HOG.
Can't sleep
I can’t tell if it’s Fernando, or the kitten that’s snoring. Pretty sure they both are. Ugggh. I can’t sleep.
Blarg
There are so many pictures on tumblr of beautiful places that I would combine to make my dream home. I wish to take those pictures and create “my dream home” board on pinterest, but I can’t find them mostly because I’m too lazy to really find them. Meh.
Ugggggggh
I’m soooo boooorrred. Someone talk to me.
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goaaaal
So, my friend Katyeah has an art project (one of many) going where she takes the words out of porn magazines and makes a poem out of them. I like to call it “pornetry.” The next time I’m over there I’m determined to make a Shakespearean sonnet with porn clippings. Gotta remember the criteria for a Shakespearean sonnet: 14 lines, iambic pentameter and the rhyme scheme is...
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