I was listening to Helium in the car yesterday afternoon
when I realised that there are no women like you in New Zealand that I know of, and how sad that was. You've influenced my music tastes so much,
because he’s a drunk. she said he passed out three times in a week recently and pissed himself in their bed. yeah. awesome. she left and all he has had to say is that if she wants to have sex, she should definitely go to him. and then he offered her money to fuck him. priorities!
in 6th grade, i had this really great vintage bowling shirt
from a now long gone bowling alley in downey. the name was embroidered “tom”. i wore it a lot. with really short cut-offs that had slits up the sides. everyone called me “tom” that year. i loved that shirt.
food tastes better made by others, no matter where, because you are not as well-acquainted with the ingredients and procedures. cooking takes all the mystery out of food and is one of the main reasons why i have less of an appetite after i’ve cooked myself. that makes it sound like a downside, but it isn’t at all. it’s also just a nice treat to have someone DO something for you and give it to you and be able to just relish it.
i can’t even properly express how ragey it makes me when people assume that sally and betty were molested by betty’s father. you’re watching the wrong show. though, slate.com's recap explains it perfectly:
"I suspect the writers will continue to let the possibility linger, however, because it gives this plot line a charge that keeps viewers uneasy—and locked in."
so, i’m hanging out alone in the valley at a cute boy’s apartment. i’ll be alone for 5 more hours. i’m going to need food. i am definitely going to buy some ben&jerry’s chunky monkey. but what else? nothing that requires pots and pans. and maybe something a cute boy who just worked hard would appreciate.