January 2012
30 posts
December 2011
43 posts
Why am I always in the middle?
My friend and her boyfriend are fighting. Via text. And some how I got put in the middle of it when I got some of the boyfriend’s argument texts last night at 2am, accidentally. Now I am in bed, SICK AS A DOG, getting texts from both sides because I interpretted the odd argument texts as drunk texts and told my friend about them in good fun. Little did I know she then promptly calls his ass...
There is hope
6 year old cousin: Do you know Justin Bieber?
Me: ...yes. (Dreading the worst is to follow)
6 year old cousin: I think he's yucky.
Me: Yeah, I do too.
6 year old cousin: Two of my friends say they are going to kiss him. (Makes best "disgusted face ever)
Me: That's gross.
6 year old cousin: I know!
Why are people rude to baristas?
douglass-forgot-the-chitterlings:
They’re just standing back there, looking at the rude fucks. Listening to the asshole customers berate them and it neeeeeever dawns on the mind of the asshole that the person they’re being a dick to, is within inches of scalding water and espresso.
Ain’t no way I’m going to talk shit within several feet of anyone with
scalding water, espresso, or milk
heated...
Really?!
I have never been someone that guys have just fallen over themselves to talk to. Nope. Just not. Used to it. Whatever. Gonna go paint or read a book.
And when they do or something starts to happen somehow I get let down or hurt. So a few weeks ago I got let down yet again and just said “I declare that there will be no more mens until California!” And who the hell knows when that...
3 tags
Cliche but true
I love giving presents
I love giving presents because I want to see the reaction of my friends or family when they finally see what I have picked out/made especially for them.
That is the best part of this season for me.
But lawd help you if you don’t open that present right away because I will shove it in your general direction because I am impatient like that.
3 tags
I love conversations with my mother but they...
2 tags
What have I done?
I paint. I don’t know if I have said that on here or not, but I paint. To paint. I do it.
I am also a poor post grad. The poor, I haz it.
So, I am making a good bit of my gifts this holiday season.
I just finished painting something for my best friend of the male persuasion. But I am slightly nervous about giving him his gift. He is an artist in every sense of the word. Like legit...
Belle Vere →
This is the link to the whole shoot. It just goes to show that all sizes can be sensual and sexy.
Just say no.
The second I decide to swear off men until I move to California, an extremely cute waiter won’t stop making eyes at me. STOP IT! I must ask you to desist from smiling and trying to catch my eye because it is not going to work. I’m sticking to my guns cute tattooed waiter.
Waitress gimme that damn check before my will power runs out and I talk to him.
What. What are you doing?! (Text)
Friend/fellowtargetescaper: That awkward moment when you start organizing an endcap at Target cause it looks bad.
Me: No.you.didn't.
F/F: It looked bad!!
Me: Stockholm Syndrome
F/F: So accurate.
Duality
Today, I spent all day picking up 1,000s of pounds of chicken feed with my dad. Hard.manual.labor. If anyone says I can’t get my hands dirty or work hard I’ll kick them in the ass with my new…
STEVEN BY STEVE MADDEN BOOTS!!!
