drunktuesdays: ([DiVaS] i think i was eve)
What up, ladies and gents? Today is my birthday. I woke up to many lovely messages from many lovely people, my dad is making me my favorite dinner and my bff is going to let me run her child around in public until one of us gets tired. Spoiler: it will be her. Then we're going to be grownups in grownup places. Yay!

My favorite quote about birthdays is always this:

What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. and when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don't. You open your eyes and everything's just like yesterday, only it's today. And you don't feel eleven at all. You feel like you're still ten. And you are -- underneath the year that makes you eleven.


I hope all good things are in store for the year that makes me 23.

In news that is not me, FOB's comic thing is coming out and I wouldn't ordinarily care anymore except for this sentence:

Along for the ride are an emotionally damaged toy boy, Crybaby (Wentz), who refuses to take off his bear suit


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Jun. 10th, 2010 07:54 pm
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GUESS WHICH ASSHOLE HAD A BOSS GET SO MAD, SHE EMAILED A BREAKDOWN OF EVERYONE'S INTERNET HISTORY TO THE WHOLE OFFICE?

LOOOOOVEYOUALLWRONG DID!!

I mean, nothing on my public frontpage is actually that embarrassing and my name wasn't on it, and I'm sure it got lost in the FURY THAT ROSE FROM MY COWORKERS, but let's be honest, I'd never post again if I had to picture my coworkers reading every public entry. And I don't really want to be flocked for life.


SO HAYYY. IT'S LEA. I'm going to post more, and every time I do, I'm going to title the post STILL LEA, GUYS. This is for Giddy, who hates everytime anyone renames, because she has no idea who they are.
drunktuesdays: ([GRK] truelovestories never have endings)
So when I went to Boston to see Gaslight Anthem, I was still recovering from that flu and probs should not have been wandering in the cold rain as much as I was. I was trying to be as stealth about it as possible, but I started feeling real faint at the show, and went to the bathroom to sit down for a minute, and clear my head. My ipod touch fell out of my back pocket and I picked it up, put it on the tampon garbage container thing and GUESS WHO WAS SO OUT OF IT THAT WHEN THEY EVENTUALLY GOT IT TOGETHER, THEY FORGOT IT.


I was totes distraught for the rest of the night, but then I got an email the next day from a dude who's girlfriend found it, asking if I wanted to meet up and get it back. My face was pretty much a literal :D! but as I don't live in Boston, I asked him if I could send him some money via paypal to send it to me. I offered him a reward because SERIOUSLY WHO RETURNS IPODS??

And then I get the email back that says:

Hey Lea,

Not a problem. Just let me know where you'd like it sent and I'll get it out to you. And save the $25...just pay it forward :-)


DOESN'T THAT LIKE COMPLETELY REAFFIRM YOUR FAITH IN HUMANITY? I was certain he was lying and I was never going to seee it again, because clearly no one could be that great. But today I got home from the longest day of school ever, and there it was. My little scrooge heart is all warmed and shit.

BTW I wrote Beaver/Wade for [livejournal.com profile] pearl_o's hickey meme right here.

grab bag

Oct. 25th, 2009 06:44 pm
drunktuesdays: ([GRK] we will always party hard)
This weekend was so incredibly boring and I gotta tell you, I kind of reveled in it. I can't remember the last time I stayed home for the entire weekend voluntarily. One of my bffs stopped by on Friday night with her baby and hung out for a bit, but honestly that was it. It was pretty great.

Today I had to go to a stupid work training. Every year, my gym throws these huge all-staff trainings that are idiotic trust games. Last year we threw FISH at each other. This year we settled in for something as equally dumb, but after fifteen minutes of speeches, they loaded us on busses and took us to the movies. \o/!!! I mean, we went to see All About Steve which was shitty, misogynistic crap, but I got PAID to sit and watch shitty misogynstic crap in the back row of my favorite theater, and shittalk all the other departments for not being as great as us. SWEET BUSINESS.

I'm in a weird place fannishly, where Greek really does not have enough fic to satisfy me, and I think we're all waiting for yuletide/the canon to close before really writing it, which is FINE, however I have nothing to do. I've been reading a lot of Robin/Barney and Due South and whatever I can find on a rec list. But last night, I went to go look for some Community fic, and got blindingly angry. Is anyone else watching this show? I've begun looking forward to it, even over the OFFICE on Thursday nights, and I went on expecting to settle in to some sweetass Troy/Abed or Annie/Troy or even Brita/Jeff.

FACT, THERE ARE TWO FICS ON THEIR COMM AND THEY'RE BOTH JEFF/IAN. I got so angry I had to take a walk. I COULDN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHO IAN WAS, THAT IS HOW LITTLE HE IS ON THAT SHOW. Goddamnit fandom. >:|

Today I tried to insult [livejournal.com profile] pearl_o by comparing Pete/Mikey to Jack/Rose from Titanic, and the insult backfired and she started planning out a titanic au in the IM. If she weren't simultaneously watching Greek and updating me with her (strangely correct) opinions, she'd be fired

Speaking of Greek, I leave you with greekbeaver: home from gym, watchin football, soon off to Greek softball game then church afterward

DYYYYYYYYING. I HOPE PICTURES TURN UP.
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First of all: if anyone was dying to know my answer to this, I would totally help someone have a baby, no problemo. CALL ME, WE'LL TALK.

Secondly, and more seriously, I feel like I am always complaining about school and talking about the parts that make me miserable, and I don't note enough when I'm super pleased about how something is going. I was offered a chance to do an independent study with the head of the English department last semester, and I took her up on it. It is basically the brightest spot of my courseload, and often times reminds me why on earth I chose a major I'm not going to graduate with a ready job from. I figured it was high time I got nerdy up in everyone's business about it )
drunktuesdays: ([HIMYM] hi-5)
I don't usually sign up for love memes, because as y'all know, I am not above posting just to be like TELL ME I'M REAL PRETTY, but I love [livejournal.com profile] misspamela a whole lot, and the last time I signed up for a real one was a year ago. My thread//the meme! You should probs comment too so I can super secretly lavish some compliments all over your business.

I don't get sick that often, generally it's once or twice a year but I am always a gigantic WUSS about it. I got a fever Friday, laid down for a nap after work and woke up sixteen hours later a ball of congestion and MISERY. It was pretty awful, and I was PRETTY MUCH whining the whole time. I texted my mom who was upstairs begging for chicken noodle soup, and she responded with an offer to heat up some Campbell's if I came up and got it. I counteroffered ten dollars for her to serve me in bed. BEST MONEY SPENT. She even poured me a glass of apple juice. SERIOUSLY THREE YEARS OLD, EVERY TIME I GET SICK.

I woke up this morning feeling better, so I went to work, but I'm now coughing, which I wasn't before. I had TWO midterms today, so I felt real good about whatever DEATH BUSINESS i had going travelling to my chest.

On the upside, I am now caught up on Community, The Office, How I Met Your Mother, Eastwick, Gossip Girl and since I have some time to waste before Greek starts, I am downloading the pilot of the Vampire Diaries, even though I hate vampires. YOU SHOULD PROBS TALK TO ME ABOUT TV SO I STOP FEELING ASHAMED OF THIS PARAGRAPH.

PS: if you, like me, adore you some tights in the fall/winter, [livejournal.com profile] fatshionista just posted a 2009 bigger sized tights roundup and I am clicking and sighing forlornly. PAYDAY COME FASTER.
drunktuesdays: ([GEN] ))<>(()
I don't say this quite enough, but thank you guys. Thank you for being there and listening and being super even when I'm crazy and absent and stressed. I am seriously blessed.

Last night I was pretty much useless about the whole thing. Basically, for the last couple months my car has been deteriorating in a hilarious fashion. The radio quit lighting up, the door handle on the driver's side BROKE OFF IN MY HAND, he did that terrible throttle-y thing, the works. In the last month, Esteban added to his already crowded repertoire a tendency to stall out first thing in the morning, or if not stall, then hesitate for about ten seconds or so when I pressed the gas pedal.

Yesterday I started him and he cheerfully rolled up the driveway, rolled down my street, rolled down the hill, all while i was FRANTICALLY PUMPING THE GAS PEDAL, trying to get him to kick into gear. I luckily have my mechanic at the bottom of the main drag my street comes off of, so I rolled him into the shop, and had my mom bring me to work.

The verdict is that Esteban has a weak cylinder that is due to blow up any time now. That was definitely emphasized, the "any time now". Apparently, like any minute! I was told to baby him like no other, check my oil daily, and don't drive anywhere I don't have to.

Natch, I flipped my business, and just sat there staring at LJ all "I guess I am a pioneer woman now. I go nowhere I cannot walk to. Where is my roller skates?" just blasically black screened.

And then [livejournal.com profile] giddygeek started sending me craigslist links and then I remembered how you can get cars on the internet! That's where the owners sometimes live when they want to sell them!!

Anyways, my bff and I spent the entire day looking at cars and test driving things and arguing over whether I have the intelligence/coordination to drive standard (I don't) but the whole thing resulted in me falling for a lil Mitsubishi Mirage with a saucy interior and POWER WINDOWS.

Power windows, you guys! At one time in Esteban's life, his window was being held up by a pencil. You know how old people say, "I am tired of these fancy email/text messaging/computer gadgets, I just want a PHONE that makes PHONE CALLS!" Esteban was the equivalent of that phone. He went places, sometimes successfully. I am going to miss him dearly when I junk him.

However, if I do buy that minx of a Mirage, I will have all of the latest technological advances since 1955, and I am pretty excited about that.

All in all I am having a good day. Excellent (though still not fruitful) encounter with Hot Dunkin Donuts Guy, and I got asked out by a hot nineteen year old I only vaguely know, but said yes anyways.

My moods, yo! I must remember that there is a light to every fricken tunnel and cheddar goes splendidly with my whine.

I know Casey said no claiming on the Greek Challenge, but I am calling THE MOST DIBBIEST DIBS TO EVER DIB ON THIS ONE
drunktuesdays: ([GRK] it's like we died and went to GG)
this is my favorite twitter of all time. I adore grumpy old men the very best and this dude cracks me up the most. "I didn't live to be 73 years old so I could eat kale. Don't fix me your breakfast and pretend you're fixing mine."

Hello! It is my day of birth. My mom is out procuring me lobstah for my birthday dinner, but pretty much that is my plan for today. I cleverly gave myself a birthday month, starting with the trip to wildwood, then FOB and the ladies in Chicago, and culminating with the Bandom Party and Blink this weekend. It is a most excellent plan, considering my birthday fell on a TUESDAY, but I am teensy bit bummed that life has worked out such that not only are YOU all scattered across the land, but my offline friends have also scattered like seeds from a dandelion. Most of my friends have graduated from UCONN, and started their real lives, be it starting grad school, or work in their own towns, or whatever. And it's not that we don't hang out, it's just that they do not live in my hometown, and I have done a wretched job of keeping up with the people that do live here ever since a high school friend patted me on my knee and said, "Before Hitler had guns, he had words. Think about that when you vote."

This is whiny and self indulgent, because I did have a big beach party with online friends, and everyone else is getting together at and after the Blink show Saturday in honor of how great I am, and I have gotten a pleasing number of texts, emails, and facebook wishes. I just want to go get dinner with someone TONIGHT.

Oh, my first world problems. The things I am sparing you whining about: how FUCKED UP my back is right now, work difficulties, and school starting soon. This is mostly because I am too excited about GREEK coming back, and just finally having a fandom to focus my energies at.

Speaking of Greek, my faves [livejournal.com profile] stealstheashes and [livejournal.com profile] allthespoons created a comm for all sorts of Greek related purposes. JOIN! Write me things! Talk about how great Ashleigh is! [livejournal.com profile] greekrow [livejournal.com profile] greekrow [livejournal.com profile] greekrow!

drunktuesdays: ([GEN] somedays all i do is watch the sky)
My feet are literally the texture of shoe leather. I don't think I've worn shoes in a week, and I am paying for it with feet like the hide of CATTLE. These things are like walking around with snowshoes made from titanium. It's the best.

I took my best ladyfriends to my fam's favorite spot on the Jersey Shore last weekend, and pretty much turned into my mom. Beach chair under an umbrella, sitting on the surf at six am HELLO! Making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for all my little wards, WHAT UP. That is how I beach, my friends. Like a mom. Except with more platonic groping, and less being sober in a buffet line, probs.

I am having a good summer. I am tanned, upbeat, and happy. I have hung with all of my besties, spooned a few, gone on numerous adventures, and gotten belligerent all over the place. I told my therapist last week that shitty things keep happening, but they stay "these shitty things that are going on" and not necessarily life crumbling day wasting shitstorms. Of course then she broke the news that she's leaving the practice to go work in a nursing home. Superb!

One such shitty thing is that work is not going great. I am being basically laid off for a month, as the pool I run is getting shut down for repairs, and no one thought to announce it to the employees until last week. My coworkers are picking up shitty city jobs in the parks and lakes, but that's not my bag. Luckily I have gotten myself out of the hole of debt I got into I have been concerned a lot lately on how I'm going to graduate next year with one job on my resume that has not a whole lot of usable skills. I'm pretty much taking this shitty sitch and using it as a motivator to go job searching. I know there pretty much aren't any, but yikes, you know? THE WORDS USABLE SKILLS JUST CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH LOLOLOL

During this time where I don't apparently have a job, or school yet, I figured I'd go see my [livejournal.com profile] kalpurna. I like traveling, and I like her, so that is something I am working on.
Except, because I am looking at such close dates, fares are stupidly high. I wanted to ask, has anyone ever used Priceline's Name Your Price option? What is the chances of not getting a flight? My dates and time of flights are so flexible that I could do drop of a hat times, but it makes me nervous to risk not going?

In news that will fascinate no one but me and [livejournal.com profile] makesomelove, Lady Gaga is still totally my celeb girlfriend. I watch a lot of interviews with her every day, and she gets asked a lot of dumb questions. Granted, she sometimes is wearing kermit outfits, or fake hair or whatever, but I see it time and time again, LG is constantly asked about boyfriends and whether she thinks her sexuality is a problem, boyfriends, why she feels the need to express her sexuality so openly, boyfriends, and SO ON FOR EVER AND EVER. Sometimes she responds rationally, sometimes she trolls them and answers nonsensically, but last week she got upset and said something that I wish more people would listen to.

See, if I was a guy, and I was sitting here with a cigarette in my hand and was grabbing my crotch and was talking about how I make music because I love fast cars and fucking girls, you’d call me a rock star. But when I do it in my music and in my videos, because I’m a female, because I make pop music, you’re judgemental and you say that it is distracting.


Love herrrrrr. Watch it here. She goes on to reject the term feminist for reasons I don't really understand, but it's clear she is, and I really enjoy her total lack of respect for music journalism and their lame ass double standards.
drunktuesdays: ([WW] Bartlet IS the president)
  • I saw the BND tour twice this week, and again tomorrow. They're still my favorite band, in case you wondered. Tomorrow's show seems a bit weird to me, however. Not a lot of the crew will be there, just me, [livejournal.com profile] stealstheashes, [livejournal.com profile] mythofthebelle, [livejournal.com profile] crossouttheeyes and her posse. In a parking lot. In the rain. Who is the fool here again?


  • I have five dreamwidth codes, free to whoever. Leave a comment with your email address and it's yours!


  • I'm probably super late on this, but Sean Hayes (not Jack from W&G) is really really good. Pandora played me Rosebush Inside on my Iron and Wine station, and I loved it so much I bought it instantly on itunes. And then found it for dl for you guys. I may be backwards. Here is The Big Black Hole and The Little Baby Star, which is shaping up to be in my top ten favorite albums. What was I doing in 2006 that I missed this???


  • [livejournal.com profile] mythofthebelle is on her way to me right now.
drunktuesdays: ([WW] Bartlet IS the president)
  • I saw the BND tour twice this week, and again tomorrow. They're still my favorite band, in case you wondered. Tomorrow's show seems a bit weird to me, however. Not a lot of the crew will be there, just me, [livejournal.com profile] stealstheashes, [livejournal.com profile] mythofthebelle, [livejournal.com profile] crossouttheeyes and her posse. In a parking lot. In the rain. Who is the fool here again?


  • I have five dreamwidth codes, free to whoever. Leave a comment with your email address and it's yours!


  • I'm probably super late on this, but Sean Hayes (not Jack from W&G) is really really good. Pandora played me Rosebush Inside on my Iron and Wine station, and I loved it so much I bought it instantly on itunes. And then found it for dl for you guys. I may be backwards. Here is The Big Black Hole and The Little Baby Star, which is shaping up to be in my top ten favorite albums. What was I doing in 2006 that I missed this???


  • [livejournal.com profile] mythofthebelle is on her way to me right now.
drunktuesdays: ([TAI] William what is that?)
Here is some absolute trufax: I have written ten pages of research essay in approximately five hours. Now I'm working on my communication class's persuasive speech on Why You Should Just Let Me Smoke Pot Freely which is another three pages. Unfortunately [Poll #1388246]

drunktuesdays: ([TAI] William what is that?)
Here is some absolute trufax: I have written ten pages of research essay in approximately five hours. Now I'm working on my communication class's persuasive speech on Why You Should Just Let Me Smoke Pot Freely which is another three pages. Unfortunately [Poll #1388246]

drunktuesdays: ([GEN] sad robot)
I wrote a whiny entry last night, and then privated it, because it ended up being one of those situations where I felt better after writing it. So sorry if that was weird. Honestly I go back and private entries sometimes for reasons I cannot really explain. There is a fic I wrote that is really embarrassing, it's the very first one I ever wrote, and it is terrible and I totally privated that shit not too long after I wrote it, but not before someone delicious'd and I >:( >:( >:( everytime I vanity search and see it. >:( >:( >:(

I am totally posting this because I have had it open for the longest time, and shared my epic lols with [livejournal.com profile] allthespoons and it is still not getting any less funny.

come on ride the train )

Someone on ICH said that Pete posted this Q&A and then deleted it, and I rolled my eyes epically upon seeing it.

question
My god Pete your child is a BMW.

And the douchebag award goes to...

Well ok at least it's not pear liberal studies.
asked by fobforeverandalwayz on November 24, 2008

answer
i will not be answering any questions about my child or family on here. this is the first and last- this is a band site. my children are something id like to keep as private as possible. but thanks for the consideration and i will take your thoughts about my child's name into account- thanks fobforeverandalwayz you seem to be an expert on names!
answered by p on November 27, 2008


Um excuse you, what do you mean AT LEAST it's not Pear? That name is the only one that would have topped the one he actually got. >:( >:( >:(

So last night my dad asked me to explain Demi Lovato who was singing the National Anthem, and twenty minutes later was like, "That's probably enough." ////o\\\\ Speaking of disney stars, [livejournal.com profile] natacup82 is writing me fic where Brendon has JoBro action figures, and I refuse to lie, that shit is making my entire life.


Sometimes, and he'll never tell his parents because wow weirdness, but sometimes after he's played a show for the boys or he's gotten frustrated with some melody he'll dream.

He'll dream of tiny voices and plastic hands telling him to "always believe in yourself!" and that "you're special in your own way" and sometimes when he's spent a little too long in the bathroom that night "abstience til marriage is the only true path".

It's really fucking weird, but mostly it's comforting and just what Brendon needs to get up and try again.


My friends are the best friends. This is only topped by that time [livejournal.com profile] misspamela wrote me Kevin Jonas/Gerard Way. :DDDDDDD

Aaaand I'm out. Heading up to Giddyface's for the weekend, and probably won't be online again til Sunday night. Be good, and text me if anyone else forms babby. ♥♥♥
drunktuesdays: ([GEN] sad robot)
I wrote a whiny entry last night, and then privated it, because it ended up being one of those situations where I felt better after writing it. So sorry if that was weird. Honestly I go back and private entries sometimes for reasons I cannot really explain. There is a fic I wrote that is really embarrassing, it's the very first one I ever wrote, and it is terrible and I totally privated that shit not too long after I wrote it, but not before someone delicious'd and I >:( >:( >:( everytime I vanity search and see it. >:( >:( >:(

I am totally posting this because I have had it open for the longest time, and shared my epic lols with [livejournal.com profile] allthespoons and it is still not getting any less funny.

come on ride the train )

Someone on ICH said that Pete posted this Q&A and then deleted it, and I rolled my eyes epically upon seeing it.

question
My god Pete your child is a BMW.

And the douchebag award goes to...

Well ok at least it's not pear liberal studies.
asked by fobforeverandalwayz on November 24, 2008

answer
i will not be answering any questions about my child or family on here. this is the first and last- this is a band site. my children are something id like to keep as private as possible. but thanks for the consideration and i will take your thoughts about my child's name into account- thanks fobforeverandalwayz you seem to be an expert on names!
answered by p on November 27, 2008


Um excuse you, what do you mean AT LEAST it's not Pear? That name is the only one that would have topped the one he actually got. >:( >:( >:(

So last night my dad asked me to explain Demi Lovato who was singing the National Anthem, and twenty minutes later was like, "That's probably enough." ////o\\\\ Speaking of disney stars, [livejournal.com profile] natacup82 is writing me fic where Brendon has JoBro action figures, and I refuse to lie, that shit is making my entire life.


Sometimes, and he'll never tell his parents because wow weirdness, but sometimes after he's played a show for the boys or he's gotten frustrated with some melody he'll dream.

He'll dream of tiny voices and plastic hands telling him to "always believe in yourself!" and that "you're special in your own way" and sometimes when he's spent a little too long in the bathroom that night "abstience til marriage is the only true path".

It's really fucking weird, but mostly it's comforting and just what Brendon needs to get up and try again.


My friends are the best friends. This is only topped by that time [livejournal.com profile] misspamela wrote me Kevin Jonas/Gerard Way. :DDDDDDD

Aaaand I'm out. Heading up to Giddyface's for the weekend, and probably won't be online again til Sunday night. Be good, and text me if anyone else forms babby. ♥♥♥
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I changed my default icon again. I always feel like it's a BIG DEAL when I do such things, but really it's only important to me. I just felt that having a :DDDDDDDDDD Gretaface is something I require in an icon!! Also okay, let's continue talking about Greta Salpeter.

Cut for Greta's tl;dr )

Also in things that are only important to me, I have not gotten my period yet, and I am on DAY FIVE of the fake pill. I have spent all of my weekends with Giddy. I can't possibly be pregnant. I may have stressed it away. *fiiiiiiiidgetfidgetfidget*

It's getting coooooold now. The special, New England cold where your toes curl up into your body, and you can wear sweaters, and it's amaaaaaazing However, no scarf, 'cause I need a new winter coat pretty bad. Roger the peacoat has weathered too much, methinks. Any suggestions for the cheap and bustily gifted?

Things I am currently interested in:

--Greta
--Wash/Zoe/Mal
--Jim/Blair
--Fraser/RayK
--Dead Like Me
--Blair Waldorf escapades
--PETE WENTZ PUTTING UP OR SHUTTING THE FUCK UP >:( >:( >:(
--Going to the city for Halloweedn with miss Amyface.
--Ramblin' through the coast with my girlsssssssss soon.
--CASEY COMIN' EAST (INTEREST AMPED TO INFINITY)
drunktuesdays: (Default)
I changed my default icon again. I always feel like it's a BIG DEAL when I do such things, but really it's only important to me. I just felt that having a :DDDDDDDDDD Gretaface is something I require in an icon!! Also okay, let's continue talking about Greta Salpeter.

Cut for Greta's tl;dr )

Also in things that are only important to me, I have not gotten my period yet, and I am on DAY FIVE of the fake pill. I have spent all of my weekends with Giddy. I can't possibly be pregnant. I may have stressed it away. *fiiiiiiiidgetfidgetfidget*

It's getting coooooold now. The special, New England cold where your toes curl up into your body, and you can wear sweaters, and it's amaaaaaazing However, no scarf, 'cause I need a new winter coat pretty bad. Roger the peacoat has weathered too much, methinks. Any suggestions for the cheap and bustily gifted?

Things I am currently interested in:

--Greta
--Wash/Zoe/Mal
--Jim/Blair
--Fraser/RayK
--Dead Like Me
--Blair Waldorf escapades
--PETE WENTZ PUTTING UP OR SHUTTING THE FUCK UP >:( >:( >:(
--Going to the city for Halloweedn with miss Amyface.
--Ramblin' through the coast with my girlsssssssss soon.
--CASEY COMIN' EAST (INTEREST AMPED TO INFINITY)
drunktuesdays: ([MCR] Where's the weed nappy?)
I'm supposed to be speed cleaning before crashing at Giddyface's again, but I just thought of something I've been meaning to tell you guys about.

See, when I got mail at school, it was way easy, right? I just made sure I hit the mailbox more often, and opened shit when I was alone! Now that I'm home it's kind of hilarious. Yes mom, I did get a birthday card. No, not for my birthday, for Patrick Stump's. And absolutely, I just received a balding plush doll. I fail to understand your confusion? No, I don't know why a poster has no return address. Or is addressed with ransom letters. I'm not a terrorist. I promise I'd be sneakier about it. Probably.

But the other day, was like, seriously the most ridic. My mom yells down to my floor that I have mail! And like a dummy, I totally open it right there, and pull out a plastic donut.

Mom: ...Is that it?

Me: No. There's a note. It's from Katarin.

Mom: ...She sent you a donut.

Me: *holds it up* It has a W on it.

My poor mother. The reason why I am so great at avoiding people is because I'm actually terrible at lying when I'm asked a direct question, so she only ever knows a roundabout version of what I'm doing at any given time. Like the time I told her I was going to a movie! And didn't mention the movie happened to be in the historic town of Wayne, Pennsylvania. Whatever. It's fine. If one of y'all ever snapped and lured me into an trap, you'd have like a week before my mother worried.


OH OH OH OH WAIT, BEFORE I END THIS, I HAVE TO TELL YOU WHAT I FRANTICALLY TEXTED MARKSY ABOUT THIS MORNING. There was a fellow on a treadmill in a Dolphins jersey, basketball shorts and A JEAN VEST. WITH POCKETS.

Why am I in no position of military authority? :(
drunktuesdays: ([MCR] Where's the weed nappy?)
I'm supposed to be speed cleaning before crashing at Giddyface's again, but I just thought of something I've been meaning to tell you guys about.

See, when I got mail at school, it was way easy, right? I just made sure I hit the mailbox more often, and opened shit when I was alone! Now that I'm home it's kind of hilarious. Yes mom, I did get a birthday card. No, not for my birthday, for Patrick Stump's. And absolutely, I just received a balding plush doll. I fail to understand your confusion? No, I don't know why a poster has no return address. Or is addressed with ransom letters. I'm not a terrorist. I promise I'd be sneakier about it. Probably.

But the other day, was like, seriously the most ridic. My mom yells down to my floor that I have mail! And like a dummy, I totally open it right there, and pull out a plastic donut.

Mom: ...Is that it?

Me: No. There's a note. It's from Katarin.

Mom: ...She sent you a donut.

Me: *holds it up* It has a W on it.

My poor mother. The reason why I am so great at avoiding people is because I'm actually terrible at lying when I'm asked a direct question, so she only ever knows a roundabout version of what I'm doing at any given time. Like the time I told her I was going to a movie! And didn't mention the movie happened to be in the historic town of Wayne, Pennsylvania. Whatever. It's fine. If one of y'all ever snapped and lured me into an trap, you'd have like a week before my mother worried.


OH OH OH OH WAIT, BEFORE I END THIS, I HAVE TO TELL YOU WHAT I FRANTICALLY TEXTED MARKSY ABOUT THIS MORNING. There was a fellow on a treadmill in a Dolphins jersey, basketball shorts and A JEAN VEST. WITH POCKETS.

Why am I in no position of military authority? :(
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I really love shaving my legs. I only really do it when I have a lot of time to sit on the edge of the bathtub, and do it all serious business, but I'm always so happy when I'm done. I'm putting lotion on now, and seriously they are so smooth.

This sounds like I'm stoned, but I'm not. I just really like petting newly shaved skin. Like a baby's bottom, right now, seriously.

You know what community is great? [livejournal.com profile] anon_lovefest. My passion for all things anonymous is well documented, but that comm and I were mfeo because of the shared love for all virginity-loss and sexuality confusion fics, and stuff short enough to fit my attention span. Huzzah!

However, this popped up today, and even though it's NONE of the above things, I can't seem to close the tab. ;♥; Sometimes I really like fucked up takes on my OTP.

I don't really have much to say. I just wanted to tell you about how smooth my legs were in an attempt not to do my homework. What are you guys up to?

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