January 2010
64 posts
I’ve got this boldness… this bravery in me that I’ve always mistaken for borderline stupidity.
“Wait… was Genesis a good guy?”
– Olivia quoting scripture
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”
– Closing Time, Semisonic
becktionary:
E-Pro vs. Scream
Michael Jackson...
I think I need at least another week of hardcore self pity.
(Who am I kidding? It’s gonna last another three months.)
Even though I helped my dad select over $200 worth of delicious food at Costco, the thing I was most excited to get was the free giant sheets of cardboard from the guy unloading pallets of toilet paper.
My dad asked me what I could do with it. And I was like, what can I NOT do with it???
:D
Also, I had to google how to spell “pallets” and it helped me learn the multiple forms:
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“Geminis are ruled by the mighty midget mercury, winged messenger of the gods,...”
I swear, when I go to Heaven I’m gonna spend all my free time stalking Beck and his musical buddies. I’m sure Jesus will understand when I start paying less attention to him. I’ll spend all eternity trying to get into Beck’s angel posse, and just imagine… just imagine how AWESOME it would be if I were to succeed. Just imagine.
“Anything should make you happy. Nothing could make you feel scared.”
– Beck, Strange Apparition
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halfbakedgrin:
downtownwithbrowntown:
“The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.”
— Bertrand Russell.
“I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him...”
– Mark Twain (via skinandwhiskey)
You know what? I want a boyfriend. I just do. I want a fucking boyfriend.
I think that’s the first time in my life I’ve ever truly admitted this or acknowledged feeling this at all.
“That’s like, my favorite part of life.”
– Olivia, marvelling at Matthew Followill’s beauty
“I like Caleb’s shirt. It flatters his shoulder blades.”
– Olivia watching King of the Rodeo
She
She’s a melted avocado on the shelf. She’s a science of herself. She’s spasing out on a cosmic level, and She’s meditating with the devil. She’s cooking salad for breakfast. She’s got tofu the size of Texas. She’s a witness to her own glory. She’s a never ending story. She’s a frolicking depression. She’s a self inflected obsession....
I need lower highs and higher lows.
“I’m done ripping myself off.”
– The Raconteurs
Love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah.
My heart’s beating in such a way that can only be brought on by champagne and your ex-boyfriend’s love songs.
This had been a day full of rejection, and frankly I was pretty sick of it. I wanted to experience unconditional love without the hassle of getting a dog or giving birth.
- Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea
In the last two weeks I’ve gone through three rolls of toilet paper with my face.
I am sooooo sick of crying.
Just a quick thought on religion…
Most GOVERNMENTS aren’t religiously discriminatory.
Why then, would GOD be?
Ha.
“I’m an asshole.”
– Vinnie.
I feel like a fucking Jane Austen character. That’s okay with me, because they all have happy endings.
“LOL I love the fact that I’m officially an art school drop out. Awesome.”
