I love seeing Facebook statuses where people are whining about being tired and wanting to take naps but they can’t because of class, homework, other shit. You know why? Because I’m sitting in my room lounging in my bed whining about the fact I have to get up and walk all the way to the bathroom to pee and the fact that I need some Oreos stat. Ha.
you were a blast starting on Friday night with that party. I truly thought that was going to be the best my weekend was going to get. Then we had Saturday which was just amazing because of the cake, Happy Garden and the frivolity spent at Christy’s. Then Sunday came around and I went to St. Joe and got Chipotle and had some good fun. Then you became a bitch and made it end on a bad note. Next weekend is when Melissa is coming down here. If you pull something like this again, this sort of Brutus/Caesar-type backstabbing, I will hurt you.
Being the recluse that I am, I was in my room doing nothing sitting by myself all alone. Suddenly I realized that the gnawing pain in my stomach was hunger. So I set out to the Station to acquire some food. I forgot it was cold and raining so there I am in my shorts and sandals traversing the campus.
I get to the station and pick up a cookie, a drink and a frozen pizza to gorge on and head to the checkout when I realize I did not have my Bearcat card (my key to acquiring food). So I trek back to my room and was going to order pizza or something but then I remembered the blog Melissa reblogged earlier and pictured myself eating pizza alone and crying.
So now I’m just going to be alone and tonight the menu is poptarts, cheezits, dirty tap water and a full serving of tears.
You know that McDonald’s commercial where the guy is walking to McDonald’s to order his coffee? And while he’s doing that he’s being a complete jerk to ever one saying “Please. Don’t even talk to me until I’ve had my coffee.” I want no more in this world to find him, bitch slap him, and then throw hot coffee on him and say “Do you like your coffee now?”
Sure I’d go to jail for battery or assault but it’d be worth it. I hate people like that. Yeah, I haven’t had a cupcake in awhile but does that mean I get pissy when anyone tries to talk to me. No. I repress it. That’s the normals do.
I got a tumblr. I felt like Facebook has too much drama and tumblr seemed to pretty cool. So Facebook is for planning events and keeping photos, Twitter is for the random thoughts and happenings in my life, my blog is for me just ranting and getting it out and tumblr will be for videos, photos, stories, music and everything else. I have one question though. Why is there no “e” in tumblr? Why is it not “tumbler”? Creator’s decision or typo?
Anyway get ready for being bombarded with images, videos and general meaningless babble.