February 2010
75 posts
This will be my last tumblr post
Nice knowing you all.
Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands we’re dealt We have to take these cards ourselves And flip them, don’t expect no help Now I could have either just Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned But take this situation in which I’m placed in And get up and get my own
Drunk Tumblring
Hello again tumblr/journal. Did I mention lately that if people were to find my tumblr I think they would hate me? That’s true. On the bright side, I hate everyone else already, so that might even the score. I am so fucked right now, due to excessive sleep depravation. The thing is, I’m not tired.
I took your suggestion a la previous entry. It didn’t help. What should I...
Posting text on my tumblr.
It’s kind of like writing on facebook. Except 99% of the people I know don’t see it. So it’s kind of like writing in a journal. Hello journal. It’s 11:56pm on a Thursday night, and I hate everyone. That about sums it up. How are you doing? It occurs to me that talking directly to my tumblr is a sign of insanity. I don’t care.
Anyway, today I took the second...
If I ever have kids
I kinda wanna be the dad who scares the shit out of teenage playas.
Neither of those possibilities seem likely, however.
How much does your life weigh?
Imagine for a second that you’re carrying a backpack. I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life.
You start with the little things. The shelves, the drawers, the knickknacks…
Then you start adding larger stuff. Clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps, your TV…
The backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. You go bigger. Your couch, your car, your...
"A History of Obama Feigning Interest in Mundane... →
afternoonsnoozebutton:
So I get the feeling
I shouldn’t tell people about my blog. I mean. I’m weird enough as it is.
Maybe if I eat my weight in chocolate
the voices will go away.
My life got a lot better after I decided to see it...
100 pushups = Strength
Run 2 miles for CON
Study for math to increase INT
Then work for minimum wage ($ are points!)
STFU, Conservatives: Story time! →
Here’s something from the Submissions box. Submitter N. (who says her relatives send her this kind of crap all the time) writes, “
I just can’t even begin to explain how many kinds of stupid this is.”
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This teacher is truly a GENIUS!!
As the late Adrian Rogers said, “you cannot multiply…
The ironic part about this story is that it doesn’t even pass the bullshit test. Every...
Shots.
Do them now. ;D
Fuck you pop quiz
I’m now officially failing spanish.
I hate you.
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I must look really hot today
tamburina:
The doorman at my friend’s building mistook me for a hobo and wouldn’t let me come in.
I must look really ugly today. No one mistook me for a hobo.
Report: 94% of South Dakotans Unprepared for Mt....
GODDAMNIT, BOBBY
sosupercilious:
blogoblag:
sosupercilious:
You signed offline as soon as I sent you a ridiculously long message defending right libertarianism. Nice timing, pinko.
Post it on tumblr. I’ll be happy to show you up in front of all your followers.
Bahh, as if you could. You’ve been trying for months. Besides, then I’d have to include the rest of our conversation. Aaaaand, I know you and...
GODDAMNIT, BOBBY
sosupercilious:
You signed offline as soon as I sent you a ridiculously long message defending right libertarianism. Nice timing, pinko.
Post it on tumblr. I’ll be happy to show you up in front of all your followers.
If you wanna be my freind
…you gotta be my lover.
Yeah
So, if you’re following me, or if you stumbled across this blog, or if you’re watching me type this over my shoulder in math class (this means you, sorority girl. It’s 10:30am; no one wants to see your sports bra), then you know I’ve decided to start posting text along with pictures on my tumblr. The appropriate disclaimer is below. WARNING: Continued usage of this...
Fuck you.
I’m sick and tired of helping people and being nice. Half the time they’re too stupid to get the point; the other half they choose to never return the favor. I got to where I am today with zero help from anyone, and I no longer see why I keep doing the right thing. Someone tell me why the fuck your shit matters.
