I want to be John McClane.

It's ok. It's ok.

It's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok. It's ok.

It's ok.

I have the worst idea ever.

In case I die, I wrote all my passwords to everything in my black and yellow journal.

I don't want to die with secrets. You can have them.

You have no idea.

( Thank you so much, Lizz. You made my life. )

The Lizzness: i just talked to a lady named Euretha...and I called her Urethra accidentally.

So yesterday I was looking at this really beatiful turkey sandwich. It was one of those thanksgiving-dinner-in-a-sandwich type of deals. It had cranberries IN the bread. But I didn't buy it cause I figured I'd have plenty of time between flights in Newark to buy an actual meal. I should have bought it ( Read more... )

I'm so sorry, liver.

I really am. I don't mean to hurt you, it just seems to be unavoidable.

I love you, liver. I need you. Please forgive me. Don't leave me.

Gosh I want these piercings....


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Love. Learninggg. Laughing. Lobsters. Listeniiing.

List all the wonderful things that start with L.

OK GO!