hawk and spit
- this immense pain consumes me
- I’m not a poet so sue me
- if this poem is shit
- if it makes you hawk and spit
- because it’s so awful
- you just hawked and spit out your once delicious waffle
- i have nothing to do
- but type endlessly for you
- and be you i mean the procrastinating part of the brain
- which is called the prefrontal cortex
- screw you weak prefrontal cortex
- prefrontal cortex sounds like a good name for a band
- i would listen to one of their songs and hold someones hand
- at the show
- until they had to go
- if anything blame this on the bookstores in my area
- because they didn’t have the crack-up by F. Scott Fitzgerald which due to me caused the sales lady mass hysteria
- she didn’t get a sale
- that’s one dollar that won’t raise her salary’s scale
- i’m going to end this now
- by giving you that black eyed peas
- you know, that boom boom pow
Playing this on my ipod, headphones and all, running around my house dancing and lip-syncing to this like an idiot while everyone else is asleep. thuglife.
(Source: joc868)
Being super awesome and dancing around my house to Waaves like an idiot.
GREEEN EYYYYYYES I’D RUN AWAY WITH YOUUUUUUU
GREEEN EYYYYYES CUZ I’M A FOOOOL.
Kat and I might be roommates around next summer, and we also may be in the same classes. WE BOTH MAY BE IN A CULINARY ARTS CLASS.
Feeling better.
So, I had a pretty tough week, and I’m starting to feel like myself again, after watching a movie, snuggled up with some raspberry tea. I’ve been thinking about “like liking” people, and realized that I don’t like the person I thought I did in that way, which is more fine with me. I’m fine with waiting for the right person. I can’t wait for that one person who will give me butterflies from just being in the same room, and the person who will linger in my mind through out the day. I’m excited to find that person who will ask, “how was your day?” and actually listen and care, even when especially when I’m being a goober. I’m excited to find that person who will make up a story with me, and the person I can talk to for hours with, and not get tired of it. And the person who has a sweet tooth as well, so I can try new recipes with someone. I’m excited for the person who will be a dork and geek out about Comic Books, Harry Potter and Zelda. And at the same time will listen to Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Ramones, Frank Sinatra and The Beach Boys with me, and the person who will kill the spider in the room while I stand on the chair, bed, or any elevated object in the room, if I’m still in it. I have spent the last half hour writing a love story. Sometimes, I swear sometimes that John Hughes must have been my father. o_o
(Source: leilockheart, via jamjars)
Cute dog is cute.
So.. I’m really bored and took pictures of baby. His name is B.B King. He just turned 7, but he’s still my baby<3
I wanna be your boyfriend
Just came on my last.fm radio. I freaking love this song. I’m so excited for next weekend. I get to go shoppin’, I get to go to the spa, and I get to see Kat. n_n Oh, and I’m enjoying an Arnold Palmer. Yummmcity.
