WOOT!

my man hugo won!
take that mr. danger!!

that is all!

whoa dude. i haven't posted in like, forever.

woot myspace!

anyways. i am attempting to write a three papers. and i have this crazy knowledge in my head that i can do it. but at the same time, it's like i can't. and so to make up for my lack of sanity, i am filling up the hole with corn pops. which were 2 dollahs for a box. woot.

anyways. i was ( Read more... )

Dear everyone,
          Just a friendly reminder that leggings are not pants. If they were pants, they would not be called leggings...they would be called pants. That is all.

Signed,
                                                               Me

Sooo. I'm assuming it's early enough that no one actually read my last lj entry. I hope that's the case. But as usual, I think it's pretty funny, especially ‘cause I did a lot at 4 am (see edit) that is unremembered. Especially since I definitely couldn't see by then. But that was a pretty good effin burrito....

Anyways. So yesterday, I worked all ( Read more... )

oi vey i am drunk. like drunker then last weekend which is wierd. my burrito is done. like i need a burrito right now. it's 4 am. i am so gross. i love vodka. esp the vanilla kind with diet pepesi.

woot. happy thanksgivijng.

Oh brain, where for art thou?
Mongolia? Well...that's not cool. You're supposed to be here.
Fine! Be like that, it's not like I need you or anything! Biatch.

So, maybe that conversation didn't actually happen, but the way my head feels it's entirely within the realm of possibility.

I mean, I love philosophy. Love it enough to ignore the fact that ( Read more... )

Ooook ( Read more... )

at this exact moment in time. i am drunk our of my face, wearning no pants (but really, the hottest underwear ever, which isn't that dirty for me to say because i used to work at la senza ( Read more... )

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Regina Spektor- The Consequence of Sounds

My rhyme ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they ain't friends, so far,
My words don’t travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere,
They grow right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don’t serve much use,
All melted calories,
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