Sometimes I wish I was still super into Japanese rock. Things were simpler then.

there's only so much a girl can take ( Read more... )

-how you broke 3 of my glasses, and my pantone mug that was a gift from my mom
-how you melted my deceased great aunt's tupperware
-how I'm the only one who's ever cleaned the shower
-how I can't sleep because you're so loud
-how I was the last person to clean out the fridge, and SCRUB MOLD OUT OF IT

and how you've never apologized to me. ever.

Hey Roommates! Stop treating me like a little kid!!! If I wanted to be nagged I could live in my parents' house for free and then there wouldn't be passive-aggresiveness!

you are on such fucking powertrips. It's disgusting.

why did I say that? I don't love him

only at that moment

( what I'm obsessed with right now )

"DOOP DOOP DOOP, I'M A KENT BOY, I READ VONNEGUT AND BUKOWSKI. I'VE GOT SUGAR IN MY SHOES AND I DON'T MAKE SENSE!!!"

The burning question on everyone's mind:

Q: hey Annie, what does a kind of gross basement full of dancing hipsters smell like?

A: Like inhaling the racks of Goodwill, but stronger!

EUUUUUUUGH.

I believe that any boy's criteria for liking me boils down to this:

"That girl dresses like a grandma and uses lots of puns! . . . I must have her."

gee whiz.

I need to take off the sign that I apparently wear all the time that says, "Please, tell me about your shitty band/acoustic guitar and singing, so I will admire you and probably fuck you" because this is really getting out of control and annoying. Geez man. . .