January 2010
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I feel like my identity is being stolen.
came home, ate some questionably-stale tortilla chips, fell asleep on my bed
woke up hanging halfway off the side of my bed, had conversation with mom:
mom: “did you eat already?”
me: “… what time is it…”
mom: “uh. like five something.”
me: “… in the morning? why would i eat that early in the morning..”
ate some intensely pink...
fuck
you.
mom: geez. this was a weird day.
me: i know. it kind of feels like an apocalypse movie.
mom: … what?
me: you know. all dreary and foggy. i feel like there’s about to be a zombie outbreak or something.
mom: …
me: NEVER MIND.
mom: stop watching twilight zone.
totally just realized that one of the older employees at books-a-million looks like woody allen.
watwatwatwat
speaking of, i went into books-a-million the other day after not going there for a few months, and i was about to leave without buying anything when old guy says, “you’re leaving without buying anything? i don’t think that’s ever happened before.” and then...
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so i’m going to alaska over the summer to visit everybody i haven’t seen in 4evur, and i might get a job working at a friend’s coffee shop. which sounds fun, but it would require me to stay with either
a) my dad’s british ex-girlfriend who frequently tells me detailed stories about how airport security steals her baggage
or
b) my twilight-crazed aunt and four...
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i think iTunes started feeling like a huge douchebag for putting Contra as the number one album and Justin Beiber on the top singles, and thought it’d compensate with a free single from the new Laura Veirs album.
i’m grateful, but you’re still not forgiven.
what
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“This CGI bullshit is the death knell of cinema. If I’d wanted all that computer...”
– Quentin Tarantino && (via snakecharmer)
i don’t know feelin’ pretty shitty right about now
Watchmar e me plz
ahh i want somebody to burn me the princess and the frog soundtrack now.
eccehomo:
In the second grade there was this girl named Paris that I though was pretty cool. I always tried to talk about camping and how much I loved it and how I was probably the best swing-jumper ever of all time but she seemed like a real ptitsa who didn’t care much for anything I had to say. So one day she was standing under this tree in our playground(which really was more like a large...
i keep writing big ol’ long posts about my angst and then deleting them because “fuck, i don’t want to be that kid.”
but really, i feel like nobody really cares anyways.
(AND NOW I’M THAT KID, BUT WUTEVZ FUCK Y’ALL)
