i am so lame.
will gets out of work two hours later than me tonight and so now i am home alone being totally lost.
i have no idea what to do and it makes me feel like i am so pathetic.
i’m sitting in silence because i have no idea what i feel like listening to and will always somehow puts on exactly the right thing.
he just got a second job and so before this, he was home whenever i was home and was home a lot of the time without me. He has been being my house boyfriend for months, cleaning, and cooking for me when i come home from work.
now he isn’t home to hang out with me and cook dinner so i am eating pizza bagles for dinner.
when did like this?
i feel like i’m only half a person when will’s not around, it’s like he’s just the other part of me.
i just like him a whole lot and 98% of the time he is my twin.
wow cheesey ‘10 huh?
i feel so bad.
will started his new job today.
he spent the last 10 hours standing at work and is exhausted and bummed.
when he went to go to his vespa his helmet had been stolen from off the bike.
(there’s a little hook that you can lock the helmet onto, but someone must have cut the strap.)
his helmet was so expensive. i’m just glad nothing happened to his vespa. poor thing, his stuff always gets stolen.
he bought a single speed last summer and about two weeks later it got stolen.
i feel so awful.
Just thought you might find this article by Sarah Nicole Prickett interesting and topic relevant to your readers…
What blinds me with fury, the blazing incomparable fury of women’s rights scorned, is that you don’t respect your gender, or the generations of us who gave you the right to say “no,” whether or not you mean it, or the 250,000 of us per year who do say it, and yet. And yet. And yet. And never mind the hundreds or thousands of thousands more who don’t report it to their police, or whose police don’t report it to the governments, or whose governments don’t report it to the UN.
I know rape statistics would be cooler if they fit on a wife-beater. But they don’t, and I’ll keep this simple. If there were a thousand-ish people at this sold-out shit show last Tuesday night, there’s a very good (though good is not the word to use here) chance that a rape victim was among them. Her “no” meant yes, too, by your book.
i left the show during this song because i was so disgusted. fuck die antwoord. nothing about them is good.
i can’t fucking stand die antwoord. i don’t like anything about them. i wanted to leave as soon as their set started at the show.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry in The Little Prince (via youregonnahavetoyell)
get a life. you are a troll.
oh, i changed my theme, i hated how my tweets showed up on my old one, my twitter is private, i don’t want that shit all over the internets.
how come there is a tag for #pic pic or something that is like bright blue instead of gray?
and don’t say anything about it!
yes! i hate this because then i have no idea who i am following and i get all confused.
I think he does. Especially in that Nylon interview that’s making the rounds. When he laughs all I see is Heathus! It’s creepy/hot.
i think he does, it’s probably why i find him so goddamn attractive.
I want to aggressively smack it out of their hands and smash it to the ground and say, “if you were reading a real book right now, it wouldn’t be broken.”
I have a lot of misplaced anger.
okay, but have you ever actually used a kindle?
because they are fucking awesome and i would love to own one.
my school has some that they lend out and you get to pick a book for them to buy and then there are shit tons of other books on there that other people have picked and it’s awesome.
i love books, i love the way they feel i love everything about them.
but honestly, resisting digital reading is like resisting the ipod.
i thought the kindle was stupid too until i used one and was like WTF THIS IS AWESOME.
i read really fast and so i’m frequently carrying around 2 or more books and with the kindle i was just carrying that and it’s really light and easy to use and read and if you finish a book you can just buy another one right then and there.