| oh thats why everyone hates canadians, now I get it |
[20 Dec 2009|06:15pm] |
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. another one bites the dust.
lost my job last night basically, because of stupid fucking canadians, and I truly, completely, honestly, loved that job.
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[19 Dec 2009|11:08pm] |
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'i'm never gonna die. i've tested it, my friends have tested it.' oh how we feel helplessly trapped by the monotony of living. it makes me wish i wasnt gonna live forever, because whats the point when day in and day out nothing changes. what a waste of time. what a boring life.
enhance me. stimulate me. masturbate my mind. let me think of something besides who's been running through it since the dawn of time.
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[19 Dec 2009|11:24am] |
Misery loves company.
Sorry I cant be the friend you need. By the way, that is sarcasm.
I cant wait for this madness to be over. But only one more exam left. And its circuits.
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[13 Dec 2009|07:15pm] |
Fuck Russian Politics, Fuck Environmental Science, Fuck International Economy and Foreign Trade, Fuck Democracy and Peace and the Urban Experience, Fuck Diplomatic Argumental Policy, Fuck Foreign Trade Markets, Fuck the Honors Program, Fuck American Political Development, Fuck Freshmen Boys, Fuck Bethanne, Fuck all nighters, Fuck cold tea.
and above all FUCK ALL THAT TIME I WASTED THIS SEMESTER.
Too bad none of my exams are on mixology or how to live off of nothing or the proper way to give a blow job or it always sunny in philidelphia quotes or how to make five different freshman boys follow you around for a semester or how to cook tofu to perfection or wine tasting or transportation without driving or finding great clothes at amvets or making an asshole out of yourself at the bar or how to overcome being a whore and going basically a whole semester without sex or how to make your ex boyfriend from last year hate you with a passion because of one accidental drunken post on facebook that his mother saw or how to be whipped around by your own mother by selling your soul to her for an iphone you paid for and pay for monthly or how to fuck up your entire family's faith and trust in you in one night of shroom tripping or on soft baby smooth skin or collecting virginities or buffalo bills trivia or fanatsy football or how to want the one person in the world you can't have or writing bullshit papers for freshman as a third job or on modest mouse lyrics.
Yeah too fucking bad, or I wouldn't be pulling an all nighter to study tonight.
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[13 Dec 2009|04:10am] |
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Against Me!-We Laugh at Danger And Break All The Rules |
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I think we all know where this is going, yes? You can't be sad for me; ashes to ashes, funk to funk. I admit, it's not that funny but maybe in a few years.
My glasses broke. Ha.
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