No more. Fuck you I am done ( Read more... )

"Alright dear, I'm going to go soak in the hot tub, look at the stars and attempt to regain some sanity..."
-my father

I have had hiccups for three days now.

Seriously I'm done. It's not fun anymore.

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch as Cmabrigde Uinervtisy,
it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are,
the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.
The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a

Listen fuckers ( Read more... )

At the moment I am transfixed by my friend's screensaver featuring the star-crossed teen lovers from the cancelled WB drama Roswell. I have never seen the cancelled WB drama Roswell, but I can surmise from these rotating pictures that these two teens were in total 100% pure mature high school love, and being kept apart by some pretty heavy forces. ( Read more... )

-Look! Showgirls... of Magic!
-There's a dove coming out of her boob.
-We're so going to see that.

Maybe it's hormones, but I'm more upset about this than I thought I would be.

When I'm really angry, I smell roses.

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