February 2012
34 posts
This white wine tastes like grape juice. I need someone to drunk text in 3…2…now.
Spectacularly fall all over the place during derby...
kshock:
Sit down at a table to do homework and bruise them on the table leg.
Or walk into the bench in the courtroom..like a boss. All the damn time.
Excruciating pain from bracing myself during a fall with my bad arm. Will this ever stop? The frustration is becoming a massive roadblock. I’m looking forward to the first bout (if my fear doesn’t beat me into the ground). Help.
I feel like a bumming bummer of a bum. I have the sicks. I don’t wanna get off the couch. I’m tired, but not enough to go to bed. I have too much to do to keep doing nothing. And I’m really lonely. Hey, you…wanna bring balloons to my pity party? That’d be nice. Thanks.
Every single part of me is worn down, tired, and exhausted. But this weekend was so worth it. When you spend a day with someone so neat, it makes you forget that you’ve been running on empty for days. Thank you for that. I like you, and the funny faces you make. And when you boop my nose.
Why yes, I will be going to see Dropkick Murphys in March. Yes, I will.
Turned down for Valentine’s Day. I guess derby practice is the next best thing. Maybe I’ll cook a special dinner for my cats too. Oh, and buy some cake and streamers, you know, for my pity party.
