January 2012
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December 2011
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Hey idiots, you don’t need a new year to change.
Just planning my future via Pinterest nbd
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note to men: ever call me “pooloo”, “poopah beauty”, “pooper”, or “poop lady” and consider it cute or a compliment, I will slap the shit out of you.
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oh hey i’m never on here. update/things i learned since i’ve been on:
still can’t find my vodka
still can’t find cute conan o’brien boy
i don’t know what grammar or spelling is
always look cute when you shop so you can possibly get discounts by cute boys
unintentionally quoting muppet treasure island with a group of people is only funny to me
rebs won...
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My mom hid the vodka…
Also, MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I wish I could blog about horribly awkward yesterday was. Along with everything else that happened. Except I’m really lazy to type it all. It was quite possibly the MOST interesting day I’ve had in a very long time.
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Spending Christmas alone? Whatever. Tomorrow will be filled with Disney and Harry potter movies, spa treatments and leftover pizza for Christmas dinner.
“I got you money for christmas so you can go shopping?”
“shopping? that is going towards tuition!”
I wish I could find video of this one sketch Conan did on late night with these hot dogs singing holiday songs. The only on I remember was this:
Dreidle, dreidle, dreidle
I made you out of clay
If you weren’t such a stupid toy,
I’d throat you out right away
Id throw you at my uncle
He was such a whore(?)
Oh dreidle, dreidle, dreidle
Don’t eat me, I’m made of pork!...
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There’s a Hangover slot machine at my parents’ work. Right next to the Sex in the City one.
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cute boy asked me what i want for christmas. to say “you” or to say “you”
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When you abbreviate Jeffrey Campbell as JC because you’re a lazy fucker. So you call Jeffrey Cambell Lita shoes, JC Litas…and people think the brand is “JC Litas” uhhh okay.
Anonymous asked: why are you never on tumblr anymore
I feel like I’m hardly on here now.
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I would like to fast-forward to Monday so I can get my haircut, please.
i was going to say sorry for calling my boys fuckers…but i’m not sorry.
and this other fucker needs to reply to me because i would like to know if i’m partying on friday or not.