Sometime when you least expect it, you’ll realize that someone loved you, and that means someone can love you again. And that’ll make you smile.
why i have been missing from the tumblr-sphere
AND
my neighbors FINALLY blocked everyone from stealing their Wifi. idiots left it open for over 3 years. morons. after securing the line they created another account, unsecure of course, named “steal my connection”. apparently they have been attempting to track down the kids using it and trying to get them to pay for crap.
1st off, for the kids actually using the connection: REALLY?!?! really, you fell for such an obvious ploy?! you should pay them… just for being dumber then they were
2nd… dear computer stupid neighbors, i’m not all that awesome either but i know enough that i wouldn’t leave myself so vulnerable. that’s inter-webs 101. i;m pretty sure you guys also set up the “dorm to dorm” computer to computer connection. which i find hilarious considering the OSU dorms are about 5 miles away.
but hopefully i’m back for good. hopefully
We are going to Oaks Park for roller skating to celebrate Becca’s birthday. I dont care if OP’s is white trash- this is going to be a lot of fun. Now where are my short shorts and high socks?i am jealous. i need to go skating soon. i miss it. i miss roller derby too. just not the lack of free time.
i found a love letter i wrote in the 5th grade
i was such a soft-ass.i was called out in the middle of 2nd grade math for writing a love letter to this kid brad. my teacher kind of sucked. then he never talked to me again and moved away on my birthday the following year. thus beginning my continually heartbreak when it comes to men. meh…. could have been a lot worse. he could have been good looking when he grew up! hahaha
i am so tired
up for over 24 hours.
neighbors cat stuck in tree for 13 hours
call free cat rescue done by tree trimmers
cat is saved
i over sleep my 2 hour nap
late to work
so tired i don’t feel like i am here at all
look like hell
can’t wait to go home and curl up with my cats
cant wait to watch the back of my eyelids
ugh ugh ugh
i hate facebook
i agree. i’ve said it hundreds of times. might i note this tumbl of mineSo much.
IT IS NOT BETTER THAN MYSPACE. STOP SAYING IT IS.
It is a cheap knockoff of MySpace that deluded people think is “hip” and “unique” and “for college students”.
Facebook sucks so bad. I will not be swayed.
MYSPACE FTW!!!
Reblog if you agree.
You receive a hearty smack from me if you don’t. ;-]
TUMBLR ROCKS!!!! Facebook sucks cocks.
When I don’t get Easter baskets.. this is how I feel.
originally from: zzap
Dropping science like Galileo dropped an orange
that is one of my favorite albums to clean my house to. i know that sounds odd but it’s true. also makes me miss driving grandma n grandpa’s old 88’ Lincoln Town Car. hahaha.I’m listening to the 20th Anniversary edition of Paul’s Boutique right now.
This is such a perfect record.
sweet…. i still loved the muppet stamps.Simpsons Thing of the Day: Unveiled! The much-anticipated Simpsons commemorative stamps from the USPS.
[buy.]
love you too dude...
my pal “mr. hills” guested me into his show last night.
i was a tad nervous about one of the bands playing. they included, if not revolve around..er.. ARE, -basically- some one i kind a go wobbly tingly ga-ga over. well his gal was there, which makes us avoid all contact… which is lame. -lots of people told her about me, ya messed us both up… but you stayed with her… even though you aren’t happy (so you say)…
sometimes being just friends with some one you are so intensely, mutually attracted to.. well its dumb, just ass-backward-ery of mental and physically impossibles
uhhhhh yeah.. so………..
instead of just dealing with the awkward, i drank, talked to the few friendly people i know and apparently interrupted “mr. hills” plan for the evening…..i received a few texts that almost had me in tears:
text 1 - “your harshin my mellow. trying to hit on ___. beat it!” 12:01am
text 2 - “not tryin to be mean btw” 12:02am
text 3 - “i love you :)” 12:49am
my guess.. by the time i read them, near 1am, “mr hills” was rather convinced i was peeved with his request to “beat it”. although i was only a few feet away from him, roaring with laughter after showing our mutual friend nick the 1st text. “oh dude, he told you to beat it…. hahaha whoa! he must be on a mission!”
awww you know i love you “mr. hills” sir! so don’t worry your talented little head. besides if it weren’t for you i would have never made such an ass of myself in front of that brazilian band. hooray for me!! hahaha


