May 2009
April 2009
I hate most weekends..
they’re just like the rest of the week - if not busier. I’m headed back to work, & I haven’t even been out of there for 12 hours yet! Then I’ll be there for another 12-hour shift. Not too relaxing…
Thank God for awesome music that helps me get up & at em’! This morning’s best songs have been Scissor Sisters’ “Don’t Feel Like...
i just had one of those
staceysaurus:
car rides that feel like when you’re coming home from a vacation and you had so much fun but now all you want to do is fall asleep in your own bed. there’s something about that time in between that makes me smile. when you’re enjoying the ride so much that it doesn’t even matter when you get there- you could just keep on driving forever. =)
I just had one of those too!
I decided...
From Fmylife.com
Today, my alarm went off. I reached to swat it, missed, slipped, smacked my face on my dresser, and fell on the floor. As I picked myself up off the floor, I hit my head on the open top drawer of my other dresser. In 30 seconds of consciousness, I was attacked by two pieces of furniture. FML
Today, I got a spray tan for the first time. Naked, I climbed into the booth. When the machine started I...
YUM. →
beckitaaaaa:
thanks community channel for the link.
I can watch it over and over and over….
and then click slow motion…. OHMYGOD so good.
ps. yellow is my favorite. Mmm
delicious :]
Yellow & Red are equally awesome.
Slo-mo is complete genius!!
Staring at the computer screen, but nothing is coming. I feel like my head is going to explode.
I have a sneaking suspicion I’m making this harder than it needs to be…
Is it May 17 yet?
“Persistence is the twin sister of excellence. One is a matter of quality; the other, a matter of time” - Marabel Morgan Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Summer, hurry up!
Procrastination.
I should be writing a paper right now, but, true to form, I’m procrastinating instead. It sucks. My paper doesn’t make sense. It’s all about how J.L. Borges used his texts to destabilize structuralist ideas about how meaning is defined in literature. Damn.
fmylife:
Today, my mom made me clean. I was dusting in the living room and heard gunshots outside the apartment. I dove on the floor and started crying and screaming. My mom walked in and informed me that the sound was her making popcorn. FML
Hahaha!!!!!