BA.XO.LA.SÁ.ßA.NAS the texas hill country

(Source: vinstage, via portedealma)

Went online to register for courses; now I’m watching the roast of Pam Anderson.

Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.

// Thank you.//

Thank you for believing in me. I received funding for graduate school.

I love you.

// Send me your happy thoughts, prayers, hopes, good vibes. //

Guys, I am anxious. Extremely anxious. I need funding for graduate school and find out in about a week whether or not I will receive any.

Whatever the outcome, I need my virtual friends to support me emotionally through this stressful, stressssful waiting period.

Convertible PT cruisers are probably the saddest thing I’ve seen since cool youth pastors.

One day I will write a book called “Will Finish Later”

It will be a bad-ass book about a couple of friends trying to tell a very cool story. Unfortunately, as we all know, memory fails us. So these friends, I don’t think, ever get around to finishing their story because they are constantly trying getting their facts straight. All of this for naught, because what one person believed actually happened is what another thinks is what was supposed to happen. They put a TBD on that section, intending to finiah later, and move on to another tale. After several tales marked with TBD, they decide to put a giant yellow post-it on the manuscript itself with the giant words marked in Sharpie “WILL FINISH LATER” and the friends carry on with their lazy lives.

Chapter 3: Everyone gets drunk and tries to write as much as possible about how they feel until passing out

Chapter 4: Immediately upon waking up, they all write about their hangover. Because they all wake up with hangovers.

Klaus to Roger as Roger holds a magazine of US Weekly up to Klaus’ face:

Why is there a hole on Daniel Craig’s face?

Roger, avoiding eye contact:

He was hungry and I was feeding him something.

A lady at work today told me about the tattoo that her idiot friend got last weekend:

"You know that stupid saying YOLO? Well, my idiot friend goes and gets real big on his arm: BORN TO YOLO. He is so dumb! He also has another one on the other arm of a giant slice of pizza that says, ‘Money, pizza, respect.’"

Me:

"He will never regret those."

Sometimes I feel encouraged and inspired enough to start wanting to become a fun-loving, energetic, inspiring person. Then I remember how much I genuinely hate humanity.