if i was a planet, i would be venus because it rhymes with my favorite thing in the world…
probably too much.
Tracy Jordan, 30 Rock
we would be so happy you and me; no one there to tell us what to do. i’d like to be under the sea in an octopus’ garden with you.
i should reallllllly start packing…ugh. i feel like kevin mccalister.
work, sean’s birthday party, packing, samberg sunday with norissa! busy (and i’m glad to get my mind off things) day.
Sometimes I think i have Marissa Cooper Addictions, Summer Roberts Rage Blackouts, Seth Cohen Witty Zingers, and Ryan Atwood Anger Management.
i don’t believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now.
I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.
And all the roads we have to walk are winding.
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding.
There are many things that I would like to say to you,
But I don’t know how.
You’re gonna be the one that saves me.
And after all,
You’re my wonderwall <3
i’m the thing monsters have nightmares about.
is it bad that i wish my interviewer was a guy so i could work a cute dress, high heels, and a little cleavage to my advantage?
nobody knows me at all.
i threw up from crying so hard.
i’m about to throw up or pass out from too much medicine.
i want to go to sleep.
i want to wake up tomorrow and for everything to be better.
i want to do well, no, fantastic at my interview tomorrow.
i don’t understand what you’re doing or telling me.
i’m seeing you tomorrow night though.
don’t leave me.
i don’t know why you would and you won’t share reasons or say you are or you aren’t.
that worries me more.
i want to know.
just tell me.
i need to know.
i’m going to pass out hopefully in a couple of minutes.
at least you said i love you back to me.
that’s all i ever really need to hear from you.
too bad i don’t believe it right now and you’re making no effort to convince me.
this is just stream of consciousness now.
i’m fucking fine.
i’m gonna wake up tomorrow and everything will be fine.
don’t you know it’s gonna be alright…
i love you so much.
you will never read this.
i would never want you to.
but i want everyone who’s read this far enough to know how much i fucking love you.
and how fucking scared i am all over right now.
the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but i have promises to keep…and miles to go before i sleep.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
can’t breathe through my nose. eyes=swollen and itchy. lymph nodes are the size of golf balls. fml.
i nearly tripled my sales goal at work today. fuckyeahme.
well, this is incredible
yes, this is love for the first time.
it’s going to be oh so fun putting on a fake smile for work and acting like everything is just fine…maybe it is…or isn’t…wish i knew.
i really don’t mind wearing myself out with tears…it’s the red eyes, stuffy nose, puffy face, and mascara pillow marks that bother me.
and it’s just a little lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep…
all i can focus on right now.
bésa me cada mañana y noche.
But seriously, I could care less about Kris and Adam, because it’s a new season of So You Think You Can Dance.
ugh work. i just want to stay home and read world war z all day…
The one thing I always hate about being in a show is having to say good bye at the end of it. Not only to your cast and crew whom you’ve been with for at least a month or so, but good bye to these beautiful characters you all have created. After the lights go down on the final show, these people that you’ve worked on and invested so much time in creating are gone. For the first time, I think I’m going to miss these characters. Every single one of them has touched me in some way and their stories will continue to inspire me.
like you didn’t miss soupy sue and bobby strong and little becky two shoes and robby the stockfish after urinetown…