Guess what? Grow up, Ashley "I'm So Fat" Oh and Katie "I'm A Dyke" Rearden and whoever the fuck else is in on this ( Read more... )

Two of my friends from work are moving into an apartment in about two weeks, I'm really excited for them and helped them do some painting this weekend and am going to help them move their shit in over the next two weekends. I'm pumped for all the crazy parties this summer and everything ( Read more... )

The weather has been amazing lately. So I work in the yard a lot or go to the park ( Read more... )

Ok, I get it. I just won't say anything anymore.

There are things that drift away, like our endless numbered days.

I'm that scene in In Good Company where Topher Grace tries to recover from falling in love with Scarlet Johansenn and she says she's busy with her double major.

Things are good. Tomorrow I give blood and I have to admit I'm scared it will hurt. But I also might get to go home early if I feel sick.

I just want school to end. I'm just tired in general.

"yes yes"when God created love He didn't help most ( Read more... )

The individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exsist. The person is real and the feelings are real - but you create the context. And context is everything. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they're often just the person you happen to meet the first time ( Read more... )

I could jump out of a ten story building right now and tell you if my spit hit the ground before I did.

My previous entry does not do prom justice.
It was fun...at one point.
I danced a lot with my boys, note that I said "my boys" and not "my date". So that was fun.

All of my pictures came out horrible.

I really feel like i dont't give a shit about anything anymore. Why bother.