February 2012
Imma sleep, cya beetches.
tmor:
attractive boy: hi i'm famous
attractive boy: hi i'm gay
attractive boy: hi i'm a douchebag
attractive boy: hi i'm twice your age
attractive boy: hi i have a girlfriend
attractive boy: hi i'm fictional
teacher: remember not to talk to strangers online
friend: who even does that?
me:
friend:
me: not me
PENCIL: You know, I'm really sorry.
ERASER: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
PENCIL: I'm sorry, 'couse you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
ERASER: That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
random blogger reading this: what
me: OTP
I hate when I finish reading a really good book....
laugh-addict:
THIS IS TRUE.
Me: Damn, this shower is cold.
Me: *turns the knob up a teeny amount*
Shower:
Shower:
Shower:
Me: ... *turns it up a fraction of an inch more*
Shower:
Shower:
Shower:
Me: *a millimeter more*
Shower: I AM KRAKATOA FEEL MY LAVA WRATH
Me: ASDFJLKAJECJALMEIOMWZ
