I coined a new phrase.

Sniffle-bitch.

It is to be said as one word. It's when someone calls you all crying and sad sounding and you want none of it.

Use it in a sentense:
Quit being all sniffle-bitch on me.

Spread it like it was the new black, kiddies.

I need to stop screaming in my sleep, by the way.

And my mom is worried already.

Suppose I shouldn't have told her that I work graveyard at a gas station by the highway.

I also didn't want to lie.
Hooray me!

You heard it first.

Subconsciouses suck. Real hard, they do.

I am super stoked. For everything. Especially delicious.

Then I will be crunk to the tits.

Anyone else want to party their pants off?

I know you do.

I think it's probably bad when These Arms are Snakes lyrics ring true in your life.

Other than that... I might get a job at Hot Topic. I apparently get to talk to kids and turn them onto other music. Rockin' and Rollin', G's.

Um... Word.

Roommates are out watching Pirates 3, while I am here writing my paper.

Now, admittedly, this may seem like a bummer. Not so. My roommates are out of the house. My neighbors cannot hear noise from inside the house, as it is pretty damned soundproof.

Can you say Def Leppard at insane noise levels? Fucking Rocktastic.

So I finally ran into Mystery Girl again. She said I didn't embarrass myself half as badly as I was convinced I had, but maybe she just didn't hear most of what I said. I now know her name, and she had forgotten mine, so it was ok to ask ( Read more... )

This week/weekend was fucking epic. So I hadn't been getting much sleep this week, and I freaked out on my alarm clock this morning, though I do not recall. I turned it off when it went off, set it forward an hour, and passed the fuck out again. It was awesome waking up at what I thought was noon. Damn.

I apparently know how to jinx things to work for me. Fucks yeah.

Now to top of a near all-nighter with the Breakfast of Champions.