I hate it here i hate it here i hate it here.
Being in a band is too stressful.
Now i just feel bad. Everyone keeps making me feel bad.
Sometimes I feel like the more I do what I feel is best for me, the more everyone thinks I’m crazy, or judges me somehow. I hope I am just paranoid.
The fact that there exists a video of Dave, Kevin, Mark and Bruce laughing for a solid 3 minutes at Scott as he attempts to figure out Portal is the only thing that reminds me that the world is good on days like this.
Especially because Bruce’s hysterical laugh actually does sound horribly like Kathy.
On Thursday I’m going to get my hair done by my ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend, after I get out of work, where I am being trained by my ex-boyfriend’s, ex-girlfriend’s, ex-boyfriend.
why does sex have to result in babies why cant it result in pizza
“push, Helen! push!” she gives the last of her energy, and she hears it
the soft, tender sizzle of a freshly baked pizza
the doctor holds it up by the crust, carefully snipping off the little plastic table
“it’s a deep dish!”
what the hell is wrong with this website
We like pizza and not babies.
This might be a better concept than my wish to birth kittens. At least I can eat the pizza and then there won’t be more pizza. But birthing kittens means there are more kittens to find homes for.
…I would still like to birth kittens though.
Ok so maybe I don’t deserve to get punched in the face. But I do feel like I’m getting away with murder here.
I feel like it’s the least I deserve.