December 2010
According to my moms very superstitious boyfriend, there is a bas spirit in our bathroom and kitchen.
That post i made earlier about walking into my room and it smelling like fart, might have been caused by one of those spirits.
November 2010
A grammar nazi's favourite joke.
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Fuck.
Fuck who?
No, “fuck whom?”
Would you post a picture of you? :)
ill think about it.. :D
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I better find a bathroom before I piss myself ….like in 3rd grade. But this time Its different because I know for a fact that peeing in your pants in college is frowned upon.
All these nurse majors are studying so that one day they can wipe my grandfathers ass..and get paid.
My mom is a good mom. only she would pick up at 3 in the morning, even though i called her by accident.
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going to school tomorrow:
waking up:
walking to school:
first class:
second class:
third class:
fourth class:
lunch:
fifth class:
sixth class:
afterschool:
you have 6 classes? i have 3.
^to the above reblogger
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^ i have three too
well i don’t have classes tuesdays or fridays, and thursdays i have only one. :D
Reblog if you'd like your ask box raped.
Anorexia isn’t skipping a meal.
Bulimia isn’t making yourself puke every once in a while.
Self injury isn’t taking a razor to your skin when he breaks up with you (again).
Drug addiction isn’t trying it one time.
Insomnia isn’t not sleeping for 2 nights.
Schizophrenia isn’t seeing things when you’re high.
MPD isn’t acting like someone you’re not because you’re upset.
Depression isn’t feeling low for a week.
Anxiety isn’t being nervous when you have a test.