Bitches love the Sims
What it is about the Sim’s that gets the attention of the ladies. Not saying only girls/lasses/girlfriends/ladies/womyn/grannies/mums play it, but I swear there is a lot of ovarian americans who can play it for hours BUT can’t seem to get as attached to other games as easily. And no I’m not saying girls don’t play videogames, no fucking duah they play, and by far they are...
Ever show up to work with the wine flu?
monsooness asked: Okay but I need to check if you can handle my humor or not first since things are about to get prettyy darn funny here. That's why ima check your level of humor and let you say something funny first.
monsooness asked: I hope liking that post means that you are indeed ready for the funniest conversation of your life.
I finally got a name for my car. It is Jane. Thus far the list reads… Road bike: Sasha Fixie: Elle Car: Jane I still don’t have a name for my Skateboard And Eliza might be by first motorcycle
Late at mornighting I think back to all the trouble i’ve gotten into in my life since I left home, and I smile.
After years of advancements in backing up data I still had to do a full restore to get my damn phone to restore the contacts that i inadvertently deleted by fucking around with my address book on my desktop which was linked to my iCloud account BUT which for some reason still couldn’t just read and import in the hardback up i made on my desktop. Yes, that was one thought in my head, they...
…is fear of clustered holes. It is usually small holes in organic objects, such as lotus seed heads or bubbles in batter, that give trypophobics the extreme willies, triggering reactions like itchy skin, nausea and a general feeling of discomfort.
Shower, shave, fucking rave. Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep. Shock and shudder,...
The alcohol won’t catch up with you till right after the party.
The edges are easy, the rest is a bit of work but not impossible, but as the image comes into focus, the last few piece will fall into place, more often then not unexpectedly.
It sucks that words can’t give hugs.
lick, tease, fuck please
There are many different and very specific names for cuts, prints, shapes, styles, textures, and fits. You know some of them contextually, but you could never explain it to anyone.
Who is she? She’s not just one girl. Not just yet anyways. She’s my best friend. Partner in real crimes. The reason I take a shower before 9. She’s half my music. She’s my favorite shirt and the reason I don’t put anything in my front pockets. She has cried a river. She’s pissed but cute. She’s my lover without expecting to be my love. She’s taken me out a few times, choked me...
How lucky did you get?
So lucky that my parts tingled for too long and I’m worried. So lucky that heart rate isnt normalizing, and I gotta see a cardiologist. So lucky that I ran out of air and blacked out for a second. So lucky that I had a fever. So lucky that no one will believe it, that lucky.
I miss doing this. Laying back in bed, your headphones on, listening to a new album form an artist you never heard before. Nothing else. No lights, no other sounds. Just you really listening to music, absorbing it, catching lyrics, missing lyrics, following the beat. Totally just swimming in sound.
are always relevant to your current situation. And like thousands of other people too. At that very moment. This sort of infuriates you.
Buy your Parents Dinner
Here’s something to add to your bucket list: buy your parents dinner. Or, whoever taught you the value of work/money in your family (or outside of it). Work for the cash and take them out somewhere nice. They will understand just how much you now know value of hardworking and perseverance. Trust me it’s something well worth doing.