it’s so hard these days to watch Liverpool playing and not gritting one’s teeth and cursing and scratching nearby walls and cursing and facepalming and daknjgnbjl bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbsdk
Posts tagged sigh.
Check out my spanking brand new cheap six-color ballpoint OMG
Sorry for the eyesore
Oh wow, my book is out.
Now, let’s see if anyone wants to… Damn, I’m just not one to self promote (And I write advertorials to make ends meet)
Send me the sign and I will do it.
- ✂: Share one of the hardest moments in your life.
- æ: Post a picture of yourself
- ✌: Share a childhood memory
- ♡: Make a confession
- ❁: Share one of your insecurities
- ✓: Share something about yourself others might think is weird.
- ☹: Share a turn off
- ☀: Share a turn on
- ♬: Share a song that takes you to a certain memory in the past.
- ♧: Share the story of something that makes you smile.
- ☆: Share one thing you think about before you you go to bed at night
- ☮: Share a relationship story
Watching Liverpool depresses
I have a weak heart when it comes to the Reds aight?
♪ Did you ever know that you’re my heeeerooooo? ♪
♪ You’re everything I would like to beeeee! ♪
♫ You are the wind beneath my batwiiiiiings! ♫
can’t stop laughing
Now I’m dead from laughing
dead
Oh wow tumblr message
You know what that means, right? Message me. Or something.
But why would anyone…
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whoa shoot I changed the blog’s name I hope none of the cool people following me get confused and unfollow
so GPOY, but the name reflects my thought *and my hope :-p * quite well now thank you much much
lostinaforestofambiguities asked: I've heard bits and pieces about that, but it doesn't bother me! I don't really know anyone except for one friend from school that shares pictures on the internet. They're all flickr linked, though, so I'm not sure if that counts. The way I see it is - once you put an image on the internet, you don't own it anymore.
True dat. And thanks a mill. for the invite ^_______^
I’m using WiFi at my office and it’s so terribly bad I keep losing signal *ugh* (ow shutupyou I know it’s late Saturday afternoon where I am, and I’m backpainfully aware I’m still at my place of work)
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