September 2009
i’d really like to just live at starbucks. everything seems so warm and easy there. and i want to survive on coffee and bagels.
where were you while we were getting high?
can i fight my stupid hunger? fake some confidence and cheer?
wish i were here…
i don’t know how to be anymore. i’m always too much or not enough.
he thinks he’s cute enough for me…and that’s why he’s in retard math.
nice comeback, hannah montana.
Today, my dad woke me up holding our Harry Potter DVDs, two fake wands and the words “If school calls, you’re sick.” I love my Dad. MLIA
hahaha my dad used to do this all the time, just without the harry potter theme
the minute someone does this for me: instant soulmate!
Play
“You have a serious problem of distorting reality. You could sleep with the entire planet and still feel rejected.”
—The Science of Sleep.
wonderful fucking weekend. seriously, one for the books. but now i have to face some actual school shit? fuuuck. triple shot latte morning.
dexter's back!
yes yes yes yes yes!
oh gosh. i am a hot fucking mess.
i had a dream last night that i was like dexter.
nobody had any idea and i was helping to find the killer when really, i was the killer.
i killed four fucking people and hid it.
alcohol induces some crazy ass dreams.
i liek drinkig and i likd you so yeah this is good. i love yym awesome friends and vodka and i awanna get with my asm. you’re so cute.
so much aching in my bones and muscles. gaaah.
meltdown, it’s not a crush
in a hot, hot room
we’re in a rush
I’m so tired. So ridiculously tired. I feel like my chest could just cave in on itself.
Isn’t love grand? Fuck everything.
but but but…i love you, jesscuh :-(
oh haaay tequila! what up?!
goddamn you are driving me fucking crazy in all the best ways.
- Frank: I'm the Troll guy?!
- Charlie: Of course you're the Troll guy! Who else would be the Troll guy?
- Frank: Oooh! I like that!...Can I do it naked?
- Charlie: What?! No! Why the hell would you be naked?
baaah quit it.
and a britney song was oooon!
oh haaay.
all i want is coffee and adderol all day long.
cool beans.
baby, it's three a.m. i must be lonely.
i wanna put my feet on your rug.
So cute! mah mah mah.
and my day is ruined. what the fuck is wrong with me?
my thoughts are sporadic. i act like i’m an addict. i rap like i’m addicted to smack like i’m kim mathers.
- Needy: You're a jerk.
- Jennifer: Nice comeback, Hannah Montana.
fangs last night, brains this morning, and blood tonight :-)
i just imagined an amazing tattoo idea for myself.
want want want!
so, i’m gonna drink my money. i’m not gonna pay his rent.
you make me sick. i want you and i’m hating it!
can i fight my stupid hunger?
10462.) i'm paranoid, i'm a procrastinator, i get jealous easily, i'm really impatient, i'm oversensitive, i'm a perfectionist, and every time i look in the mirror i want to cry.
(via blogsecret)
“I would describe Rodger’s style as…straight.”
—Brad.
“The thing about me and Cary is that we could be apart for ten years and then you put us in a room and someone’s gonna get pregnant.”
—Pink.
but with nobody in your bed, the night’s hard to get through…
“Who is Josh Groban?!?! Kill yourself! He is an angel sent from Heaven unto us to deliver platinum records and if he were here right now, I would club you to death with his Critic’s Choice Award.”
—Glee.
SO FUCKING EXCITED!!! AHHHH!!!
words cannot express the amount of excitement flowing through me at the moment!
FINALLY my harry potter obsession is appreciated!!!
AHHHHHHHH!!!
nothin’s gonna change my world.
lately it seems that i’m falling for or turning to boys who i somehow know i can never have anything substantial with.
i think it’s my subconscious trying to protect me from being able to actually fall in love with someone again…or maybe i’m just a slut.
i don’t know how to judge myself anymore. i used to have a pretty decent set of morals that i made and followed. they modified themselves throughout the years but basically stayed the same. and now, i don’t know. i feel most of the time as though i can’t figure out where my personal constitution went and i either don’t care or make excuses for myself. i’m not saying this in a bad way but i feel as though this is the start of either something very good or very bad for my life. a big fucking change, no doubt. hopefully one for the better.
on the plus side, i’ve lost eight pounds.
