September 2011
today was beyond terrible. cue self medicating and passing out.
August 2011
“I bet he felt great when he woke up this morning. But that’s life! One minute...”
– Joan Halloway (via carcarcarlycc)
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for the love of god, please let there be no mandatory ice breakers this week. they are the worst, with zero redeeming qualities.
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“I’m the firstborn. Sick of playing second fiddle. Always third in line for...”
– Gob Bluth, Arrested Development (via beatlewing42)
jesus take the wheel, cause i’m going to sleep. irene, see you in the morning.
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IRENE, MOVE YOUR TITS UP TO CT SO WE CAN JUST GET THIS OVER WITH. TAKING YOUR SWEET ASS 15 MILES AN HOUR TIME IS JUST DRAGGING THIS OUT AND RUINING ALL OF MY PLANS.
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the three things i beg of irene
no damage to my car. i’ve got things to do and places to move to on monday.
the only two trees in my backyard that haven’t been cut down align perfectly with my room and if they fall down, welp, there go my possessions.
no extended power outages. i’ve already dealt with that this summer, i have no desire to repeat that experience
just let me...
I rarely abbreviate my text messages.
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