All dressed up.
I’m one of the only non-white people here. Also the only sober one. In a crowd of white drunk costumers…what does the band starts playing? Wonderwall by Oasis. And people are (of course) singing along. Yes. I mean I’m not even mad because it’s a great song but really? We’d been here for half an hour and it was the first song played.
Beauty or brains?
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.
What the U.S. flag looks like when it comes to marriage equality.
Its more than a little stupid and annoying that on one of the two days a week I get to not worry about getting up in the morning and have time to spend with Spencer, I’m in the living room. Listening to the endless WII homescreen song loop because the batteries in the controller are dead and I’d have to venture into the bedroom to get new ones. And Spencer is in there, somebody who I don’t care to be around right now. Contemplating just going to sleep early because why the fuck not?
Seriously, celebrities need to be slapped when they talk about how evil excess wealth is.
Like Russell Brand talking about how profits are wrong.
Lol yeah okay Mr. $15 Million Net Worth.
So I’m not ever allowed to be sarcastic or jokingly say anything mean, or I don’t get to kiss spencer or hold his hand or even talk to him. But he can say whatever he wants. I also don’t get to wake up from a nap annoyed and say or do something that doesn’t make sense even though that’s what he does basically every single time. Do I get irritated? Sure don’t. I don’t understand how I’m obnoxious and he’s perfect.