January 2011
30 posts
Goodmorrow.
kimixcakes:
I’ve been up for hours. Trying to finish up things that are due today. I’ve been relatively productive, but my brain is on the fritz today. Whatever. I hate waking up craving morning sex, which happens more frequently than not. Too bad the boyf lives across the ocean. No instant gratification might kill me.
i think we need to move to siberia where morning sex would not be possible...
it doesn’t help when:
1. you talk about how much you don’t have in common with your own girlfriend
2. you aspire to be the one man i would fuck that is in his 50’s
3. you appear in my dreams, rescue me from falling off your bed, then fuck me
IT DOES NOT HELP
AT ALL
SO STOP
connecticut news:
flavor flav opens a fried chicken restaurant
i agree flav, thumbs up
in the end we should probably all just remember that our problems are so petty in the grand scheme of things.
here’s to looking out for me, and not you!
46 degrees
hollaaaaaaaaaaaaa
now back to sleep
being hungover for work at 8am was inevitable. hopefully lox stock bagels will cure me enough to survive 3 and a half hours doing basically nothing.
…but even that seems like too much right now.
i probably should have stopped earlier last night…
good thing i put out that j before my dad called, i’ll need the rest of it when i’m done talking to him.
what if i never get things right?
and always lust after the things that i can’t have?
what if i never see the point of it?
Presenting: A Healthy Alternative to Dinner at the University of Hartford
1 (one) chicken parmesan lean pocket
1 (one) big handful of “American” style lettuce with ranch dressing
1 (one) cigarette to follow
depressing, ain’t it?
scumbag, thief, sketchy
turnin’ me on
let’s just get it on already
‘cause i don’t need much else
just found out i cannot receive credit for my monday/wednesday class. good thing my advisor is a dumb bitch and could have warned me of this when i asked her if it was okay to even take this class. now i lose 3 credits unless i pick up another class.
AWESOME.
it’s good to know i go to a school where they cannot fucking do anything. actually i think it is just my advisor so until i declare,...
executive decision of the day:
if you cannot email me back in a timely fashion or not email me back at all, then i will not show up to your class.
i am basically paying you to answer my emails, and when this particular email is important, then i would like you to answer.
since you did not, i am not going to your class.
fondly,
ilana
i hate schooooool
but most of all
i hate you
oh my god what will it take for you to just have sex with me alreadyyyyyyyyyyy
And now I’d just love to sit here and keep this song on repeat, just waiting for you to return.
I think it might be best if you stay away from me, but that still doesn’t stop me from thinking about you constantly.
Stop dressing the way you do, acting the way you do, batting those fucking eyelashes.
How do you not realize how it drives me crazy?
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The world is slowly spinning...
I cannot stand to hear that song anymore. It came on the other day but you were nowhere to be found. Instead I was with the one person I cannot have.
Statements, followed by questions. The traditional Q & A sessions I am used to have expired and I am left to only wonder what you want from me.
A new year, a new proposal. It’s been far too soon and way too sudden, but I should have...