December 2009
1 post
I always give up..
on blogging, then slowly my brain gets filled with a thousand thoughts at once and I can’t get them out fast enough. BUT! I found a solution, I now have a laptop so I can lay in bed and write until I have nothing left to say.
This will happen later. For now, I’m going to go explode from all the christmas food I’ve consumed.
November 2009
8 posts
“Don’t be flattered that he misses you. He should miss you. You’re...”
Hey, please take the knife out of my back.
I can already tell this whole blog is going to turn into a rant blog. You’ve been warned! I have no problem with being honest and up front but apparently, just because I don’t like someone and actually let it be a KNOWN thing, I’m a bad person? So sorry to disappoint you. I never knew telling the truth and not sugar coating things was a terrible trait to have. Let me just kiss your ass some more!...
Is it embarrassingly lame to say I miss my...
Because I definitely do. Ugh.
Edward Cullen ruined my life.
Ever since I read Twilight I have not been able to get into any other book. I constantly re-read the whole series. I can’t even tell you how much times I’ve read each one. Once I finish Breaking Dawn, I start all over again.
Most people would be surprised to find out I can even read let alone enjoy it. I would rather snuggle in bed with a good book then go out “dR1nk1nG”...
“Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to...”
– Sylvia Plath.
I have nothing to actually blog about.
Except that I realized I will never be able to get along with the majority of females. I was born the wrong sex. I cannot stand the drama they bring. (To the yard.)
There’s “talking shit” and then there’s letting your mouth run so fast that your brain obviously cannot keep up so you’re talking countless amounts of bullshit that you’ve pulled straight from your...
Love.
“Easy word to spell. Easy word to say. Most people throw around the word “love” like it’s nothing. But it’s definitely something. It’s that “I can live without you, but I just don’t want to” kind of feeling that you get when you see that special someone. It’s more than romance, more than the exchange of sweet words. It’s the feeling of holding hands, soft kisses on the cheek, knowing that no...
If I wanted to see that much skin..
..I’d become a lesbian.
Halloween+girls should be illegal because all it equals is sluts.
I’m pretty sure if you aren’t one of the opposite sex and you aren’t one of the open-legged bitches that dressed up as a “bunny” “angel” or a “sexy nurse” (because, really, regular nurses just won’t do.) you will agree with me...
October 2009
5 posts
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To be quite honest, I’m ready to kidnap this guy, chain him to my bed and make him sing to me every single night of the week.
“Atlas hands” and “Shine” are amazing. BEYOND amazing. Seriously.
Did I mention how amazing he is? I did? Well go find out for yourself.
“When I can’t find the words,
You teach my heart to speak.
You make it...”
– James Morrison.
Me: I got new shoes for work. I look so tall!
Shawn: You? Tall? They must be two feet heels.
Me: I'm not that short.
Shawn: Are you kidding? The shoes are probably bigger than you.
Bucket list.
I’m going to start my own list of things I want to do before I die. I’ll randomly add things when I can. Some I have already done but are worth doing it again. 1. Get a tattoo. 2. Learn a different language. 3. Give blood. 4. Have a penpal. 5. Go on a cruise. 6. For 5 to happen, get over my fear of deep ocean water. 7. Give to a charity — anonymously. 8. Go up in a hot air...
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Hello stranger, you had me at hello.
I got the sweetest e-mail from a lady I met over a month ago. I feel as though this deserves to be my first blog-er-thing.
“I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to write this. Thank you for letting me take the time to brag about my son, Chris. I miss doing that. When your child dies, people are afraid to ask about them. Funny thing is, that’s all I want to talk about. Talking about him keeps him...