
I got new batteries for my Bop it! So I’m probably going to play this allll day before work. and just so you know, I’m the best. ever.

I got new batteries for my Bop it! So I’m probably going to play this allll day before work. and just so you know, I’m the best. ever.

awuh D’:
awww this is soo cutee
NO. NOT CUTE. My boyfriend has a motorcycle. and I was just starting to get used to riding on it. Now the paranoia is going to come back, triple time. D: oh gosh. D: I DON’T WANT THIS TO REALLY HAPPEN, EVER.

Why He’s Hot:
- His eyes. You cannot look at Gale Harold without being drawn to those big, brown, pools of sex. Come on, you know you want to be looking into those smoldering beauties as he slowly undresses you. Yeah, I thought so.
- His chest, his chest, his chest. If that didn’t convince you, then this will.
- He’s a brilliant actor who plays characters that fuck everyone. EVERYONE. Women, men, it doesn’t matter: he’ll do them, and it’ll be hot. No matter who you are, you qualify. Plus, you know that if it looks that mindblowingly orgasmic on camera, it’ll be even better in person.
- His look is versatile. Whether it’s the scruffy beard look, the preppy business man look, or that exquisite “no clothes” look, he pulls it off. Just as wonderfully as he’d pull off your pants.
- He’s so damn fuckable. Nuff said.
haaaaaaaaaaaaaay Brittany! This is for you! :D
The Fold - Every Band in the USA (Miley Cyrus cover)
Love this! My friends are so clever.
BRILLIANT!

This weekend i learned about the incredible game my girls Lauren and Trish came up with: Glamour Kills No Punch Backs.
It’s the perfect opportunity to take out your rage on pop-(not so)punk, and dumb 14 year old girls that all look the same, in a discrete, mindless game that fully condones my favorite sport: talking shit.
So heres how it works:
-You see someone in a Glamour Kills shirt, turn to your opponent, punch them in the arm and say/scream/yell (depending on where you lie on the asshole-ometer)
“Glamour Kills no punch backs! (bitch)”Heres where things get tricky:
-Marky, or anyone that works for Glamour Kills doesn’t count.
-GK ‘models’ count for 2 punches
-Vinnie Vegas, or any member of All Time Low counts for a nut-punch
-Head to toe GK (jeans, hoodie, tshirt) counts for 3 punches
-Any of the other lines (JAGK/Overnight Sensation) count for 2 punches
-Anyone at the Glamour Kills tour is worth double punches
-Oh, and the hannah beth shirts count for a slap in the face.
There is no winner of the game, but since I can’t stop the influx of neon-brained tweens that sadly resemble the pigs on their shirts, at least I can beat someone up about it.
best game ever. :D
Im not a glass half empty or half full person,
I think everyone is born with a full glass, perhaps overflowing for some
But there is a straw, and during your life people come along and take sips,
Sometimes big gulps, and in the end all you have to show for your life is a glass that has a lot less than it did to begin with, some people have enough left in them to get refills
But the majority of us do not.
I started getting more hours at work. Do you know how excitable that makes me? I can hopefully start paying what I owe to get my car fixed. $1150, at least. I luckily only have to pay half. but if I gave over my ENTIRE check for the next two whole months, I can maybe pay it off. buuuuut, I have to pay my phone bill and other things. so my entire check is gone before I can even start saving. barely $300 a month doesn’t pay shit. so I’m getting an extra day or two a week at work, and I’ve started closing a shift or two, which is AWESOME. :D I’ll have a car, pay my bills, and then finally start another job. and maybe, maybe, just maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll get my job back at Dunkin’ Donuts, since I was never able to get all the way out to ass fuck Kansas at 5:30 am. D: