April 2010
seriously, do not interrupt me while im talking. its rude and annoying. especially when im trying to vent. you dont know the story so stop acting like you do. its my story, its my time to be the center of attention and since that rarely happens, let me be it.
why go pay for mediocre food when you have something that is just as good and free.
if i ever had to get into an epic slaughterfest battle, i would want to do it in a big poofy prom dress because i feel it would be badass
im going to need people to stop assuming im going to do stuff. half of the time i dont want to and almost all the time im making fun of it in my head. i also dont care about people who i havent met before and probably never will so dont tell me their life story because im not listening. actually im not listening to most stories people tell me because i couldnt give two shits about it. if i just...
There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Pick a nice day, it suggests, and try it. The first part is easy. All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and willingness not to mind that it’s going to hurt. That is, it’s going to hurt if you fail to miss the...
