February 2011
I think I tumble incorrectly.
January 2011
GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD
And I care
waaaaaaaaaaaaayyy too fucking much.
I would like to stop this now, please.
I hate you sometimes.
If you FUCKING go back to that piece of shit
I will kill you. So fucking fast you won’t even know what FUCKING hit you.
Wake the hell up. You’re a smart girl.
Act like it.
NOSE PIERCING SUCCESS!
fuckin FINALLY!
I love the smell of babies.
So clean and warm and cozy. I love love love it.
I stole
a rainbow colored pen from my client’s desk drawer.
And I’m not sorry at all.
Oh man...
things are gonna get uncomfortable.
Kumquats
are adorable.
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a MIGHTY good man… THAT man is my President.
Hell yes.
A haiku:
It took my lifetime to finally understand: home is a person.
Goddamn
motherfucking son of a bitch scumsucking bastard of a shit.
Fuck you. FUCK YOU.
Antiques Roadshow
is really enjoyable.
I really think
I’m fucking up my life.
Someday
I think I would like to have children. And I will love them and raise them to be good people.
My mother
is everything.
My puppy
has stinky breath. But I love her anyway.
Botticelli
was my kind of guy. As a non-thin girl, I fully appreciate someone who fully appreciates the beauty of the non-thin. I mean, more cushion for the pushin, am I right? Of course I’m right.
I think that's why I'm so RELIEVED!
no offense….
I happen to like nice men.
Secretly,
I’m your biggest fan. I don’t know why I can’t tell you this.
Only dead fish
go with the flow.
I HATE FOOTBALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THAT’S RIGHT! I SAID IT! IT’S TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUE!!!!
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHHHHHHHH
Don't make love by the garden gate
‘cuz love is blind, but the neighbors ain’t.
HOLY FUCK
Sarah Palin is a WACK JOB. God help us.
Things I know, but must try harder to remember,...
When in doubt, shut up.
Silence, I believe, is a very wise negotiation tactic. Also, it is always (or at least mostly) a more constructive response than lying about what you’re thinking. I learn this the hard way. Quite often, actually. And now in the spirit of the New Year, I resolve to be more mindful of what I say, and maybe say a little bit less….just not on Tumblr :)
I love my President.
I like to snuggle*
Probably because I am always cold. I mean always. And I mean really cold.
*just not with my sister.
If I ever decide
to spend the rest of my life with someone, it’s going to have to be someone who will eat all of the food that I make so that I won’t have to. And if and when this food sucks, since I will not be eating it, this person will have to tell me so.
Also, he should be a non-smoker. And like dogs. And me.
I like flannel
a lot. It’s a really good thing.
Maybe
that house would be in Tuscany! I miei bei bambini Italiani would be so wonderfully worldly and cultured. Or Greece. I don’t know Greek, but those kids would probably be pretty cool too.
When I grow up
I’m going to live in a house. And it’s going to have a giant porch, and a million windows, and be right by a church so when the bells ring at six o’clock, everybody who lives in the house will know it’s time to come in for dinner. Dinner that was made in the kitchen, with the trough sink, to be eaten on the porch, with the rocking chairs. I would like this house to be...
I am excited.
I’M EXCITED!
To meet someone that I can dance in front of, as terribly as I can possibly dance, and not feel self conscious about it.
At times like these I find the simple pleasures to be…. the only ones.
I am not young enough to know everything"
Oscar WIlde
I like flannel
a lot. It’s a really good thing.
Maybe
that house would be in Tuscany! I miei bei bambini Italiani would be so wonderfully worldly and cultured. Or Greece. I don’t know Greek, but those kids would probably be pretty cool too.
When I grow up
I’m going to live in a house. And it’s going to have a giant porch, and a million windows, and be right by a church so when the bells ring at six o’clock, everybody who lives in the house will know it’s time to come in for dinner. Dinner that was made in the kitchen, with the trough sink, to be eaten on the porch, with the rocking chairs. I would like this house to be...
I am not young enough to know everything"
Oscar WIlde
Heh heh....
Get it? The flip side?
