I for serious hate the sound of your keyboard.
The Whiskey Rebellion would be a good band name.
I wish they sold Diet Dr. Pepper in the machines. I’m over the Dew at the moment.
Interesting. That’s actually quite the view from Christ the Redeemer. Walk over to that little curved part of the balustrade …
Oh. My. God. Like these weren’t made just for me.
That might be the first time ever that I remembered my Tumblr password on the first try.
I do not find Tim McGraw attractive. I just don’t get what you ladies see there.
I have no idea what’s going on this building right now.
I wish I could say that I was surprised. But I’m not even a little bit.
Wait, I’m still Facebook friends with Jason Newstead??
Last undergrad class ever starts in t minus … I don’t know. Some minutes.
People act like the Rule of Law wasn’t already broken before the Clintons came along. Please.
Let me tell you this little story so you can get a clear picture of my brain: I have to pee so I go in the bathroom, hike my skirt up and sit down. I look down and only see my underpants. I immediately think, “Where is my skirt? Did I leave it at my desk?? Wait! Did I remember to put a skirt on this morning??? Did I just come to work in my underwear????” And only THEN, after ALL of this has run through my head do I look again and see my skirt hiked up around my waist and say “Oh! There it is!” and get on with my morning. I’m completely serious.
I mean. Why would it even occur to me to wonder if I remembered to dress my lower half in the first place?
Too much information? You’ll get over it. That shit was hi-larious.
This class is going to kill me.
I’m going to have Dust in the Wind stuck in my head all damn day.
I guess I’ll just have to stop sleeping entirely.
Where is the rain? It was supposed to bloody rain! I need it to rain!!! Bastards
I don’t know. I just don’t understand a world where emoticons are now built into my work email.
And by fun I mean the complete and utter opposite of fun.
I wish someone would bring me an iced coffee because they’re nice.
Gretchen Carlson got fired?
OMG just re-send the email! No one knows what they’re supposed to do!
I love cheese danish.
Yep. It’s a semester long interview.
I need to do some thank you cards. I’m so behind on everything. On all the things. All. The. Things.
The struggle is real.
I would completely love a print from this artist. I just adore his work. He’s part of my Instagram zen.
Jesus American Spectator. How many times does a girl have to unsubscribe before you get the message?
I need to review all those links on the right. Some of those people just don’t even post anymore. Maybe I just won’t even link to other people any more. But. You know. In six weeks when this class is over and I have time to breathe.
I cain’t get enough o’ yah love.
It’s a legitimate question.
I think I need to just give in and go with the natural hair for the rest of the summer. Embrace the frizz. It’s too damn humid to try and keep it straight and smooth. Anyway, the floof of the metal hair hides the fact that I need to dye my roots kind of.
I think I may have a solution to your problem.
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