currently watching some “20/20” “dateline NBC” type show on ABC with my mother about people who really feel that they are vampires.
“ Do these announcers ever shut the fuck up? Don’t ever say stuff just because you think you should. That’s the definition of an asshole. ”
(via shitmydadsays)
“ You’re being fucking dramatic. You own a TV and an air mattress. That’s not exactly what I’d call ‘a lot to lose.’ ”
(via shitmydadsays)
“ Everybody’s broke, so here’s the rule for Christmas this year: if you still shit your pants, you get a present. Otherwise tough shit. ”
(via shitmydadsays)
the temperature in my room isn’t right for sleep.
it’s hot.
can’t bring myself to kick the thousand pound heat source, which resembles a black labrador retriever, out of my bed.
i miss justin, him being underway sucks, the united states navy sucks.
just got back to lexington today, yet i still can’t wait to go home for thanksgiving. the downside is going to be answering all of my distant (or not distant enough) relatives questions about being engaged. i don’t even know them, really. i’ll let justin answer their questions, he can take one for the team. this will be the first of many times where i avoid awkward situations by persuading justin that he needs to “take one for the team”.
getting justin a rock for christmas with a note taped on it saying “suck on this”.
This adorable two-year-old boy has an IQ level comparable to Albert Einstein and Stephen Hawking. He was accepted to Mensa in October. How does that make you feel about your life?
