December 2011
November 2011
90s television > Today's television
I just want to slap the everlasting fuck out of Santana’s grandmother.
I dare you to let me be your one and only.
Oh lord.
You have no idea.
Well I guess I can cross "Get proposed to by a fierce black girl" off my bucket list.
It wasn’t really a great experience though. Nor was it really a proposal.
She was just like, “You is a senior?! YOU is CUTE! We gon’ get married!”
To which I responded with
Then I politely informed her that I like boys.
Still sick, and completely lonely.
I feel miserable. Someone call me.
I will write about the following, anonymously leave one in my ask box
- Dear person I hate,
- Dear person I like,
- Dear ex bestfriend,
- Dear bestfriend,
- Dear mom,
- Dear dad,
- Dear Santa,
- Dear future me,
- Dear person I’m jealous of
- Dear person I had a crush on.
I want to get hurt. A car accident, anything. I want to get injured enough to wind up in a hospital, just to see if anyone would come to make sure I'm okay. And I'd pretend to be sleeping or dying so in case anyone actually did come, they would sit at the edge of my bed, crying, and tell me everything. I want to hear everything they've ever thought of me, how they really feel, if they're sorry for anything. I just want to know the truth. And I want to know who truly cares about me.
My name isn’t a breath mint, sweetie. So get it the fuck out of your mouth regardless of how oh so REFRESHING it is.
Relevant Rules of Life.
No school for me tomorrow. No AP Econ.
Fuck. Yes.
Just wanted to let you guys know I'm not dead.
I feel like shit though. I apologize for the lack of sarcastic, bitchy posts for anyone that actually cares.
Love you all.
FACT: Rainbows are the smoke signals of gay men on the prowl. Double rainbows are two gays looking for a three-way.
Play
4:27
Woooo.
I have a 102.5F degree fever. Also, I have chills, joint pain, short breath, and uncontrollably gross coughing.
I hate my life. Doctor in the morning, most definitely.
