That's the bitch what robbed me.

I'm flying to Vegas in five hours. Each one of you that sends happy thoughts to my plane, in order so that it doesn't crash, gets a share of the million I'm going to win while I'm there.

For serious.

Wish me luck.

Apparently, I'm a delusional idiot.

I give up for reals. I really can't stand the mortification anymore.

What the hell is the deal with "Changes" being used in an infidelity commercial? Every day I get more and more disillusioned with America. I always think that I couldn't be more disgusted with the country, but then the media proves me wrong, once again.

I, am thinking it's a sign, that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.

There could be nothing better.

I have issues with karaoke. Like, solely personal issues. I love it when my friends sing, because they're all amazing, but when it comes to myself I feel like if I were to sing, it would appear that I was doing so just for the sake of attention. This, in and of itself, is kind of a dumb perspective, because when my friends sing I don't think ( Read more... )

I wish I could just make you turn around. Turn around and see me cry. There's so much I need to say to you, so many reasons why ( Read more... )

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad, the dreams in which you're humorous are the ones I never had...

It doesn't get much better than this.