February 2011
January 2011
i wanna play 20 questionsssss.
someone should leave me messages.
And it's not like you miss me or anything.
[orwouldfuckingadmitit]
i've watched WAYYY too many romantic comedies for...
when people go, "you'll change when you're older...
i seriously want to laugh in the their fucking faces and drop the “YOU DON’T KNOW MY FUCKING LIFE” line. because they usually don’t. and it’s going to take a lot for me to ever want kids.
people are so ungodly stupid.
in 10 years i could be married to this kid and i...
mack: is your boy home, i have a question for him?
me: what? who?
mack: andrew.
me: ...he's not home?
mack: i dunno, i thought you said he was going to pa.
me: i haven't a clue where he is. i am not his keeper. we're not in a relationship. i am more likely to know where jon, your own boyfriend is, than andrew.
mack: for the record: your boy IS home.
me: that's nice. EXCEPT FOR I DON'T HAVE A BOY.
a little moment.
fuckbuddy: bees? i don't fucking like bees. they're like the kamikaze of bugs. they sting you and die.
me: that was the most epic bee analogy i've ever fucking heard.
