July 2010
Day 3.
No pic. Just worked and then went to dinner with the fam.
30 Days
Day 01 - A picture of yourself Day 02 - A picture of what you wore today Day 03 - A picture of what you did today
Day 04 - A picture of where you went today Day 05 - A picture of your morning Day 06 - A picture that inspires you Day 07 - A picture that makes you cry Day 08 - A picture of yourself Day 09 - A picture of what you had for lunch Day 10 - A picture of what you like to do Day 11 - A...
“You can’t always be pushing people away. Someday nobody’ll come back.”
– The Dear One, Jacqueline Woodson (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“I don’t think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and...”
– Doctor Zhivago, Boris Pasternak (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
tonight, rat poison for dinner.
.97.
I don’t think there are adequate words to describe how badly needed last night was. Drive in the pouring rain. Drinks. Faces I’d been desperately missing. I don’t give a rat’s ass how tired or hungover I am right now, I’m happy.
I want a boy who would hold my hand in line at the...
realmcovet:
xxhellokittymuffinmonsterxx:
victimtoinsanity:
victorygirl:
allineedisahero:
cryoutforme:
vanezanicole:
kkkrishaaa:
mixep:
sweetantidote:sweetfairytales:(via katrinahulipili)
TAMA!!
<3 i wish…
all i wanted was a pepsi...
okay, i see the double standard here. you can dump your kids back at the house but you get all butthurt if i want to leave the house for a few minutes AFTER mine is asleep. thanks again for assuming i didn’t have something to do. even if that something was just going to get a soda. i have no problem keeping an eye on them…but you’d expect me to ask. afford me the same courtesy.
found tunes to match my rambunctious three year old’s living room antics.
#fuckyeahseaoftreachery
keith buckley is cooler than you. →
good fucking bye.
And when you lose hope It’s hard to cope Watching the tyranny with sober eyes At daybreak and sunset All hours in between are spent murdering time
this song is the story of my liiiiiife. real talk.
I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that I sincerely don’t care that the events of the last couple days have rendered me completely emotionless and numb or the fact that I welcome this feeling (or lack thereof, really) because, let’s be honest; the fewer “distractions” I have, the easier it will be for me to throw myself into work or school. Don’t get me...
“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination...”
– August Wilson
(TRUTH!!)
october 29th through november 1st has the potential to be the best four days of my entire life. for real.
I hate awkward transitional periods. I know what I’m going to do and I’m working on getting there…but my whole plan cannot be set into motion yet. So here I am, in limbo, trying to think of a way to ignore the negativity. There’s so much good in my life right now. I cannot seem to focus on that though. It probably has something to do with the fact that it feels like...
it feels so good..
…to be excited about writing again. I’m anxiously waiting emma’s head hitting the pillow tonight so i can have some peace and quiet.
First up on my list of things I’m writing…”Five bands that you should probably be listening to.”
Should be a good time.
columbian necktie?
columbian necktie, as defined by urbandictionary.com: Taking a knife to someones throat high enough up to be able to pull the tongue back down through it, ie, a tongue necktie.That mother f*er done me wrong, give em a columbian necktie. see also: as a warning, what merissa wants to give the next person to wear down her already short fuse.
sicksicksick
stomach ache, check. fever, check. soreness, check.
Maybe it wasn’t the coffee at work after all. Maybe I’ve got the flu. Fml.
