I hit an oppusm on my way home last night. The dumb thing ran out in the road, turned around and started running back. Well, to make a long story short, I did not kill him by head, I killed him by ass end. He popped under my tire like a balloon. =[ The poor dumb oppusm.
Kelly, I found a girl for you.
Picture sexy nerd boy with gamer girl. LMFAO! (Kelly, you thought sexy nerd boy was going to make you dig your eyes out). Meet gamer girl.
Oh, Wikipedia, you slay me
"Vaughn dated two of his The Break-Up co-stars: actress Joey Lauren Adams during the filming of 1999's A Cool, Dry Place[9] and jon favreau between 2005 and 2006."
Ha ha. I'm totally not fixing that. That's awesome.
Also, in the discussion:
"This article seems incomplete without some mention and/or photo of his weird right thumb."
and
"Vince looks part black...he has some skeletons in the closet. he looks quadroon to me like he has black grandma"
Life.....just sucks. Still in a rut that I'm trying to pull out of. I've changed so much in so many ways since a little over a year ago. I don't even remember the person I used to be. But I AM getting better, and I'm becoming a better person and I suppose that's just the way I should take it.
Discarded thoughts.
For some stupid reason, I find myself in love with nothing other than sadness. Trust me, I'm not proud.
It is so cold today, has been all week. Usually October still holds the heat of the setting sun of summer. It's usually a disappointment from when i was a kid and seasons were definite. But this one is right. It feels much later in the year. and the smells...
I open the windows and I'm fifteen again.
not ashamed of who I am
but maybe a little sorry for
who I was before I stopped the
facade, hiding in who you wanted
me to be, that porcelain image in
your bed, in your head, in your beautiful eyes...
I was something else before
I realized that I'm not waiting
for someone to rescue me,
I'm just waiting for me to
stop needing
rescued.
sometimes, I feel claustrophobic inside my own body.
sometimes, I wish I could open the door to find myself standing there,
give counsel,
have a drink,
whatever.
hear what I'm thinking from my point of view.
open the door, "hey, been trying to meet you.
there must be
a devil between us."
it's funny how
being broken
into a thousand tiny pieces
can feel so good.
a chapter finished,
the typewriter
slammed back
to start a new line.
I just unsubscribed from a wedding blog because they offered the most retarded wedding tip ever: "Etiquette strictly forbids listing where you've registered on your invitations, so enlist your families, bridesmaids and groomsmen to spread the word - tactfully, please!"
What. How does that make sense? That's just rude. Everyone knows you want gifts and that you registered somewhere. Making them ask you or someone else about it is just rude.
In other news, I'm thinking maybe I should clean up my RSS feeds. I last checked them at 5 am this morning and I now have 53 unread items. Omg.
