Watched Summer's War today.
It was cutesy good.
It's 7:47 AM and I am up because of reasons.
Steak being one of them.
A poem representing my hatred of autoplay
Alone in the dark depth of night, eerie light breathes from the laptop. All is silent with sleep but a creature is still stirring with a clickety clack of the keyboard and slowed breaths. Images of cats, colors contrasts, ramen cups, shipping wars, that’s what’s up. Late night tag surfer, fridge raider, stumbling upon an interesting sight and clicked out of curiosity’s...
Ah yes, the illusion of choice. What a lovely...
“Whatever you want.” (of course, given the harsh boundary of what is deemed acceptable in this family, yes. This narrowing it down to…oh right, “failure is not an option”)
Snow Patrol - Run (Violin cover) I’ll sing...
“How could anyone look this good and still be legal? I remember his room upstairs… perhaps he’s not legal.” - Fifty Shades of Grey Plot twist: Christian Grey is secretly a 12 year old and you have just slept with him, Ana.
This fried banana cake thing smells like beer.
OH WELL. Food is food.
“He’s in gray sweat pants that hang, in that way, off his hips and a gray singlet, which is dark with sweat, like his hair.” -From Fifty Shades of Grey I am crying of laughter right now, in that way.
Et de ratage en ratage, on s’habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du...– Hipolito (Amélie) Failure teaches us that life is but a draft, an endless rehearsal of a show that will never play.
I am reading Fifty Shades of Grey.
Or attempting to. Oh my god this chick is worse than Bella but the Christian dude is better than Edward so far so I still don’t know which book is worse. I am reading this because I get my kicks reading terrible fanfics and laughing/crying over it.
National Chocolate Pudding Day: June 26
Alright. Party hard.
It’s 2:30something. My ride isn’t here yet. Dad is shopping for my birthday present. I just wanna go to Elysa’s house and return shoes before mom gets home and yell at me. YAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I am 18 now.
I can get my driving license. I can vote. I can go to Texas and get a gun. I am a pedophile if I hang out with half of my friends. I can lose all my money (all five cents) at Las Vegas. I can buy scratchers and stuffs. I can watch porn. I can go to Quebec and chug down a keg. ….Why are voting and watching porn the least destructive things on this list?
Rack city, rack rack city, bitch.
I awoke from my slumber to the vociferous blasting of the radio, which, I might add, was playing a song that I fervently believed forgotten. Now I shall proceed to sit here with unease and make an attempt to refrain myself from humming this atrocious, yet catchy, song.
Female genderbends are hilarious.
Male character: knight, gruffy beard, the hobo vagabond look, badass armor from head to toes, buff, giant sword Female version of the same character: a metal piece covering the crotch area, mini skirt, high heels, D cups, random disconnected pieces of metal everywhere, completed with a bendy spineless pose, skinny as fuq arms, giant sword Jeez, this is terrible.
The hum of the computer is oddly soothing.
It keeps me sane and distracts me from the fact that these fucktard toocool4u teens are smoking in front of my house again and it’s windy as hell. Urgh, I can see why I am banned from the kitchen, these knives are awfully sharp and tempting. I should invest in an air purifier before I become a mass murderer. We hate you for the same reasons you don’t smoke in your own house, get a...
elysauce asked: BRO WE SHOULD 1V1.
Note to self: If any one ask to 1v1 you on League,...
or you will probably win on the account that the other player will feel so guilty for killing you over and over again that they will forfeit while your corpse lie still underneath your turret. /how2die 9 times on an assassin character
I have never dreamed of the day where I would...
This doe leg is sitting in a freezer in the garage right now. It’s getting a bit creepy.
Time to sleep and brace self for Legend of Korra's...
Actually, later today. In about 10 hours (hopefully). Oh. My. God.
cosmo sex tip #563
conversationparade: just as your partner’s about to come, press your thumb against their forehead and take away their bending “Yen, what the fuck are you doi-“ “Eheheh.”
Dust motes, unfocused.
Mmm, the world is so much sharper if I wear my glasses, yet I find myself hardly ever use them. Maybe I just want everything to look softer and less menacing, to lull myself into a false sense of security. Only what in front of me is focused and clear, and the rest a blur that goes unnoticed.
Guest is coming soon but there is still an hour...
Whelp. My timing is terrible.
I am officially too hungry to function.
Be right back, I shall attempt to make myself an omlette without setting the kitchen on fire. I guess our new fire alarm shall come in handy.