I really had hopes for him…and then, he started calling me...
My Grandmother has a bigger ballsack than you...
Dear Boy-In-My-Life-Who’s-Taking-My-Time-And-Yet-Not-Getting-Me-Anywhere, Why are you dilly-dallying? There’s something wrong with the fact that you impose your overly confident, self-righteous, dirty-smirking self on me and yet still you expect me to ask you out? What’s your issue? And when I do, you act like you have no idea what I’m talking about. Now I understand that...
Breakfast at Joey's: Tainted The fog, it wraps... →
joeyblogs: Tainted The fog, it wraps around my neck my legs my arms they’re my shackles MY burden Imprisoned within myself No soul No eyes to see All suffering Almighty All knowingly, it kills It kills me. I know nothing Of myself The…
Sometimes I hear strange sounds coming from my...
…and at those times, like right now, I’m hoping the sexy Boogeyman would come out, and strip for me…
One man's carcass, is another man's aphrodisiac...
Dear Man-At-The-Side-Of-The-Road-With-The-Horribly-Misplaced-Erection, I don’t know whether to applaud you or look away….Did you realize that this was extremely inappropriate? Wait, what? What did you say? NO! NO man! You can’t have an erection in the middle of the day….in public….in front of a dead cat carcass! Why not? Ehm….how can I put this in a way that...
joeyblogs asked: Why do you reblog the weirdest shit? :D BTW, I LOVE your blog!
Hold on to your poles, everybody we're going out!
Dear Girl-On-High-Rise-Platform-Dancing-So-Vigorously-That-You-Make-Us-Normal-Folk-Look-Like-Professionals, May I ask you a question? Now, I’ve been watching you for sometime (about 30 minutes exactly), and you haven’t stop for even a second. How do you do it? What are you trying to prove? Why are you groping that pole so intimately? Does my sobriety intimidate you? I understand...
I think I've got starch poisoning....
Dear Pizza-Vender-Man-In-That-One-Sketchy-Pizza-Shop-On-The-Corner-Of-Really-Creepy-Blvd-and-Hobo-Central, I think you gave me starch poisoning…Was that your intention? ‘Cause really, that lukewarm pizza you served us, that looked good under those blinding flourescent lights, actually tasted like cat crap! But, maybe it wasn’t your fault, maybe it was the combination of pasta,...
alluremonamour asked: I'm going to be all alone in physics tomorrow </3
alluremonamour asked: sheh-bom-sheh-bom?
Relationships is a love of two brains.– Karl Pilkington (one of the greatest minds of the 21st century)
Off on a tangent...
[So, originally I was planning to write an awesome rant about bi-failing, and I came up with a title and all and even wrote it down, yes, but I feel that a more pressing topic has surfaced, and I am immediately pressed to rant.] Dear Videos-that-load-but-don’t-load-all-the-way-so-I-have-to-pause-and-wait-for-you-to-load-every-two-minutes, FOR GOD’S SAKE LOAD FASTER! (of course...
If Stupidity got us into this mess, then why can’t it get us out?– Will Rogers (entertainer)
We Shun Your Existence!
Dear Person Who Is Too Lazy to Clean Up A Mess, I have one thing to say to you, and that is: If you can’t see it, hear it or smell it, it doesn’t exist. I usually use this rule for a number of things, like the mess in my room which I often hide in my closet (so I can’t see it), or people I’m having conflict with which I don’t acknowledge (avoid all...
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.– Oscar Wilde (poet extraordinaire)
We Have Landed On Plymouth Rock!
Dear Fellow Voyager Who Arrives on the Shores of this Land, ”To settle, or not to settle?” that is the question (for you and for me). We’re always taught to be thankful for what we have. To accept what is handed to us and to make the most of it. But what do you do if you’re given a turd on a less-than-silver platter? When life give you lemons, you make lemonade, or...
People need to believe that order can be glimpsed in the chaos of events.– John N. Gray, political philosopher
Momentary escapism? Perhaps...
Today, amidst my scattered school books and disorganized clutter, surrounded by the cacophony of the nearby construction and a frustrated mother screaming at her unruly child somewhere, I found a moment of escapism. It was a single second of clarity when everything seemed…peaceful, and empty. Sometimes, I think, why am I doing this? Why does anyone do it? And when I mean...
Yay, my first mix. I made this one, and I’m proud of it. It was kind of a gloomy day today, but I must admit it did get better. So, this one is a tribute to those gloomy days that suck so incredibly much at first, but do get better. ^^
TMI people! T-M-I!!!
Dear people-who-share-way-too-much-of-their-personal-life-with-me, Don’t. For those of you haven’t realized this obvious and extremely crucial truth that there are these “boundaries of sharing” in society, get with the program. Come...
Quiet time music.
Enjoy ^^ I did.
Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.– Friedrich Nietzsche
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
This one’s for you, Janet. Why? Because I’m pretty sure you’d know exactly what I’m talking about. You can be pretty awkward sometimes. Awkwardness. Why do it, people? Why must you be so awkward, because it’s always your fault every time a tumbleweed rolls by. It doesn’t have to be so, I tell you. And it’s not so much so as when you face the crowd in...