She’s not ugly or anything…..at all.
But I keep seeing tumblr posts about how she’s like, so beautiful and perfect and I guess I just don’t really see it.
Ya’lls just scared of her, dats it and dats all.
Yes, the internship was amazing. Everyone there is totally awesome. Brett is a rad dude, but so is literally everyone else in the office. It’s going to be hard to find a job next year when I graduate that can top Current.
I really hate those red and blue solo cups used at parties (apparently in Australia they refer to them as “america cups”). What if someone from that hipster blog you follow on tumblr secretly but outwardly hate shows up at that party down the street from you with the thumping bass and he wants to take a picture of you to put on his blog? You sure as shit don’t want your picture taken with a red solo cup, as if you just lost a round of beer pong (which you did).
GRAB A BOTTLE AND PUT A KOOZIE ON IT.
I realize that koozies also cover up the type of beer you are drinking (*ahem* peebs), but koozies can also be stylish and show off your hipster cred. Case in point, my favorite koozie:
It’s camouflage and has the state of Florida on it and says “Fuck you, I’m from Florida.” My friend Travis bought it for me when we went to a show once and it is my pride and joy and keeps my hand dry and also it means that there is a less chance my drink won’t slip out of my hand. I love it.
Inferior Argument, The Cloud, Aristophanes.
Might have to start living my life with this point of view.
She said she didn’t understand tumblr but now she got one so that she can stop just posting stumbleupon clips on my facebook wall all day. She can do it here instead!
She’s pretty and funny and kind of a bitch but really smart and popular so she’s allowed to be.
Luv u Hanny!
I love that you call Ryan your best friend, even though I know that I truly am that. I know this because we once stayed up until 4 in the morning discussing things that no one else knows and watching Anderson Cooper.
Goddammit do I miss KAM.
Last night, sitting around my house with my two roommates, my roommate’s boyfriend, and my roommate’s sister (which I loved), I started making a list of Things That I Love. This list will probably never be complete. But here is number 1 (in no particular order) in an unfinished list.
MY DANCE SKILLS
This picture was taken at my friend’s wedding. It was later in the night and there wasn’t much of a dance floor/interest to begin with, but my really close friends and I made it work and got our groove on. I tend to be pretty reserved when I go out, unless people really know me, so acquaintances are always amazed when they see me on the dance floor. Let me say this: I am talented.
You guys, in general, are a bunch of dicks.
I’m not just saying that because I am a heartless, friendless, anti-fun kind of person (which I am). I’m saying this because it is true.
Case in point: today, while going to school, I drove through these pretty, shaded neighborhoods right on the outskirts of campus. There was one house, overgrown with trees and plants, but not in the way that someone hasn’t kept up with it; it was overgrown in the way that someone intricately planted and weeded and sculpted their front yard to be this haven for birds and bees and native plants. In the front yard was a woman, wearing a business lady suit (it was 8 in the morning, after all), probably in her forties, obviously the resident of the house. She was bending over. As I looked closer, I saw she was picking up natty light cans. Not only that, but they were strewn all over her yard, along with bits of other trash. I say “bits,” but really her lawn was littered with paper and bags and, most obviously, alcoholic related merchandise.
You fucking assholes. This lady has worked so hard on her house, a pretty little bungalow tucked back on one of the nicer streets in Tallahassee (nicer not meaning income wise, but like, that feeling you get when you drive around a neighborhood and you get all warm), and she probably has to deal with you guys on a regular basis. I wonder if she ever gets up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water and sees some skanky girl with her friends using the bathroom in her yard, or some guys chugging beers and tossing the empties in her driveway.
Have some class, Tallahassee.
I think I’m cheating by writing here, because you actually do know me. Well, we went to middle school together, at least. Meh. I just felt like doing this. Hi and bye.
BILLY. I was like 90% sure that was you but then I wasn’t but I’m so glad that you answered that because now I know and can follow you and stalk you without actually having to go to Gainesville.
Ice cream for dinner!
I’m an adult!
And having ice cream for dinner!
Hello Victoria! I was just in LA this summer, but I didn’t see your school. What instrument(s) do you play? I played the drums in middle school, but I mainly just played the bass drum because I was good at keeping rhythm and terrible at everything else.
Yeah, I heard that about the shows, at least you can still watch them on Current and Youtube and Hulu though, right?
I feel bad because there are people that follow me and I know nothing about them. So feel free to tell me some cool things about yourself. Either reply to this or tell me here.