January 2010
things i've watched on television today:
platinum weddings, college football, and the dog whisperer. what does this say about me?
so this is the new year...
and i don’t feel any different.
spending new year’s eve drinking whiskey and watching television with my parents. uneventful but comfortable.
December 2009
I Love My Father.
Dad: When do you turn 21?
Me: June.
Dad: Man, I need some beer.
It’s like cool epilepsy.
sea salt chocolate is fucking delicious.
i seem to be attracted to sad boys.
i feel like i’m getting too old to play liesel in the sound of music…and it makes me incredibly ridiculously sad.
Charlie: Buuut I am who I am.
Mac: Yeah...let's pretend you aren't who you are and just try to attract a woman.
i’m wearing clothes now, bitch.
this is fun. you’re fun.
roses are red, violets are blue.
fuck you, whore.
someone come over and watch 500 Days of Summer and eat vegan food with me pleeease.
“No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed...”
– Chuck Palahnuik, Invisible Monsters (via quotewhore)
My name is Rod, and I like to party.
captainkirk:
gabrielgray-:
Uh, hi, uh, my name is Dave, and, uh, I like to party.
i have dreams of orca whales and owls.
remember how richie rich had a mcdonald’s in his mansion? well, i would like a starbucks in my apartment.
“My nipples are so hard I could dial a phone with them.”
– Anthony Bourdain.
I really wish it wasn’t 65 degrees in my apartment…
i want to be special to someone.
not everything. not anything. just a special thing. something only i can be to them. no one else.
coffee is just so comforting. even when it’s shitty, it’s still good. and when it’s really good, goddamnit it is really good.
cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains and i’ll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins.
you let me in just enough and i start to hope. then you push me far away where i can’t cope.
i am the female ryan atwood…minus the hot body and poolhouse.
If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for...
woke up after a nice long sleep and still can’t get dexter out of her mind.
i’m going to the beach today thankfully. i need it terribly.
Marla’s philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t.
well, this is just fucking perfect. i’m fucking done right now. i can’t take anything else…which of course means something will fuck up.
i just want to go away for a while.
I bought a one way ticket ‘cause I knew I’d never see the ground unless I was aboard a jet plane and we were going down.
‘cause you know i don’t give a fuck so, here we go!
i wake up in the morning feelin’ like p.diddy.
i’ll take the milksteak with an order of your finest jelly beans.
i don’t really care where you live at. just turn around, boy. and let me hit that. don’t be a little bitch with your chit chat. just show me where your dick’s at.
it’s true. i am in love with @TheCharlieDay.
omg @Bstabe do NOT read webmd! it will make you into the biggest hypochondriac ever!
i’m still thinking about you a lot buuut you’re gonna need to do some major damage control ‘cause someone else is moving in fast and i’m not gonna stop him.