I really, really, REALLY hate it when someone I like to call a friend has to tell someone else the things that bug them about me. Even if it's a little thing, it's still something. What? You thought I wasn't going to find out? Wow, real smart. I'm tired of stressing that if there is something about me that bothers you, tell ME not anyone else, it ( Read more... )

( OMG )

I claim to hate it when people don't tell me shit that bothers them ( Read more... )

Wouldn't it be funny if I was asian?
No.

This is going to be a Jesus post. Why? Cos I'm Christian he he! JAY KAY. Because Jesus is one funny fella.

If you get offended, then shame on you.

Anyway, most of them are pictures I found on the net. LOL!


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Freddy is a god.

"Mentally challenged kids are smarter than me. They know how to be quiet"

"Shakespeare...was a woman."

well....

YOU HAD TO BE THERE.

I really hate it when people say they want to hang out with you, yet they never take the initiative to call me and try to make plans to hang out.

I'm TIRED of being the one who always calls.
So I guess this is the part where we just...lose touch.

Who would've thought empty parking lots behind Barnes&Noble under 70 degree weather was so romantic?
Not me. I don't think they're romantic, actually.
Just that...when you're in the middle of an empty parking lot with someone you really care about, the wind is blowing, there's no one around, just you and him, well...it feels like a movie, really. ( Read more... )

Dear Sam,

So when I listen to Postal Service's "Such Great Heights", I think of you.

Yours truly,
Leslie

p.s.
te quiero mucho.

Jesus Christ.

Rita is such a bitch. Bitch bitch bitch.
Anyway, we evacuated Thursday and spent all Thursday and Friday at Lindsay's house. Pretty fun. Two days without going out makes me go mad, sorta. I'm kinda not in a good mood right now, and I'm snapping at everyone. I only snap at people when I've had no sleep, and I've had plenty of sleep, so ( Read more... )