Okay. I’ve got to get off here, get sleep, then wake up to make pancakes and actually do things on my day off. But really, okay, abs like butter. Fine. I’ll do Insanity. I’ll throw up on the first day and probably end up in the hospital, dying a slow death in the ER waiting room. If I look decent and need to spend some money on it, fine. Fuck. I WANT THE FUCKING SHIRT, dirt bags. Okay, I’m done. I’m going to sleep, I’m going to get it, I’m getting a tattoo, I’m saving money. Okay, okay.
I’m just full of mad stuff tonight. But really. I think I’m going to get Insanity and then get that tattoo and I’ll start saving up for my surgery. I want whatever I want. Fuck.
Anonymous asked: Blue. Orange. Pink. White. Grey.
I seriously dislike whoever is doing this. I can’t even come up with real serious answers at this point. Never fucking again. Blue-My family is made of people. My family is my cat. My cat is my life. I like my cat a lot. My parents probably think I’m retarded. They probably don’t know me. I’m probably going to say that I don’t really like them. I have siblings. They’re cool. Everyone in my family acts like an asshole though. Orange- My hometown is a place. I lived in that place. It was hot. It was cold. I seriously am watching the Hatfields & McCoys for the second time tonight. They just hung that cute little blonde boy omg. He’s so adorable. Pink-Seriously. I’m done. I hate questions. I thought it would be fun to get them from people again, but this is ridiculous. Haha. White-I’m an asshole. I’m sarcastic. I’m probably not going to be a very nice person, although I wish I was for the sake of everyone who talks to me. Grey- Brain surgery is the most complicated form of neurosurgery. The some total essence of a human being is store within six pounds of gray matter and my second fact is that around 45 miles of nerves are in the human body. If anyone is interested, the commercial for Insanity came on and I’m def not interested in doing it. But I’m highly considering it to look decent.
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“I need to know that I can be human.”
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There once was this time that I actually dated a women. I mean, like, fucking never again if this is how you all act. We pretend to care about one another every now and then, when she’s drunk, or I get into a mood. But we really don’t. She had nice hair and all, but she’s sin in the purest form. Watch out for her, she’ll snag you with her looks and throw you to the wolves.
This is why you should all stick to guys. Men. Glorious, wonderful, men.
Anonymous asked: Purple. Yellow. Red.
Whoever the fuck went and did this, I had to go back and find the questions for these. Bullshit, haha. Purple-um. My room is uh, pretty large. It has a lot of books. My cat usually sleeps there. The boxes I get my Toms in, I usually keep under my bed with things from my friends in them. My snowboard + bag of gear is currently lounging on the floor with no fucks given. I have clothes all over. It’s kind of messy, although I would like it cleaner. I have a Pretty. Odd. painting on the floor, just relaxing too. My high school cap and gown are just kind of thrown in an odd place too, instead of hanging up all nice and wonderful, like I accomplished something in life. It needs to be cleaned. Yellow- I don’t really remember much, actually. My parents are divorced. My dad held a knife to my mom’s throat once. I completely hate Christmas now, because of things that went on as a kid. I had a dog once, that was born on the same day as me. I still keep a stuffed puppy that I was given as a baby the day I was born, I currently still sleep with him so I don’t have nightmares as often. I was a child in my childhood. Being a child during the time of the Holocaust was especially hard. Yeah. So, red. My best friend is interesting, to say the least. She’s got a way of things going how she wants. She gets what she wants, and usually guys tend to persuade her by giving her gifts, which is kind of funny. Especially this certain guy, which is super hilarious to tease her about. She’s got nice hair and teeth. She makes things livable.
That’s basically it for this asshole who decided to get some insight on my life.
The wind whipped the curtains back that formally hid the artist’s project. Worthless. Abandoned. Unfinished. The piece stood tall in the rain as the curtains were ripped apart to reveal its nakedness. Exposed, it failed to present the beauty that had been promised by its blueprints.
FLIP OVER THE COUCH AND GIVE IMPROMPTU SHAKESPEAREAN SOLILIQUIES
FOREVER THESE TWO.
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