jesus fucking christ, i'm fuckin' retarded!!
or is it just me?
i'm not kidding. there are more than enough times that pass in every given day where i think i should just have some kind of sign affixed to me that says "special ed, please refrain from conversing with or allowing to operate heavy machinery "
sometimes it's embarassing, sometimes it's not always my fault, and most of the time it fuckin leaves me tittering and bantering like a catholic school girl with a french tickler shoved delicately up that sexy little plaid skirt.
so, ladies and gentlemen, lets take a ride on this extravaganza affectionately called:
e's magical yellow short bus
first stop: things i just can't seem to learn or remember, because i'm a fuckin ignoramous.
1. it's really no surprise to any of y'all that i'm a neat freak....so, it really shouldn't shock anyone that i have two sets of bed-sheets that i have on a weekly rotation: 7 days of light blue satin, 7 days of dark green sateen, rinse, lather, and repeat. what's my point? every fucking week i go through the funtabulous task of putting a fitted sheet on my bed, and every fucking week i fuck it up. i can fold the bitches into perfect squares (which seems to be some kind of talent, i'm learning), but i can't seem to get them onto my bed the correct way the first try....i mean i get it on the second try if i'm lucky. what my problem is? i have no fucking clue...but i think if you shake the ball up right and wait for the blue liquid to un-bubble, all signs would point to: yo soy estupido!
2. i forget i hate things. yea, that's right...i forget that i hate things. this usually pertains to edible/ingestible items. ask anyone who's known me for a substantial period of time and i pretty much guarantee that they'll have at least one story revolving around the fact i ate something and midway through went "god, i forgot i hate (insert food item here). you'd think that something that evokes the response of "oh jesus fucking christ this is gross" would be something that would be emblemized in your wee little brain, no? yea, not in my fucking case because i am...survery says? special ed! yayyyyyyy!
3. every morning i go to the gym (well, usually..been slacking on that front lately, but anyway). everytime i go to the gym, i rely on my faithful little ipod to lend me it's music so that i may drowned out whatever bullshit talk show is playing on the tv's by the tredmills, or..even worse, whatever insanely wack topic the people around me who should be working up a sweat but think of the gym as social time, are talking about. praise the almighty ipod! so, you'd think that because the ipod is a crucial part of my daily routine i would be in the habit of charging it nightly..or at least pay a half decent amount of attention to the thing and oblige it's need for some charging. i say: nay nay! even when i remind myself to do it, and write it down..i don't. instead i just show up at the gym one day and the bastard thing won't turn on, and i'm forced to either deal with the retards talking and the talk shows, or go home. usually i take my window licking self home. mmm windex!
second stop: salutations and greetings! i've done you before..i remember you sucking..but i'm back to give it yet another shot and hope it works out this time around!
1. i've been in school for well over 18 years (please hold while i gag at that number). accordingly, you'd think by now that i would have figured out that waiting until the last minute to do important things is just not a fucking good idea. and yet? well into my graduate education where i know..i mean I KNOW that waiting until the last minute and cramming an entire semester's worth of material into my brain in an all-night session just doesn't beget the most fantastic of results. i mean i do okay, but i somehow think that i'd do that much better if i wasn't running on less than two hours of sleep and praying that i don't forget what section one article section four of the constitution affords, or how the due process clause of the fifth amendment makes the same section applicable to the federal government, because i just learned it about three hours prior to the test. so why can't i just do what every other fucking student seemingly does, and study well before the test and review the night before? oh..'cause i'm stupid...that's why.
2. i'm a big drinker--surprise, sur-fucking-prise, huh? (admission: not since i started the new meds..makes it hard to drink a lot when you kinda always feel ill) the problem is? i can't mix my alcohols. at all. i'm talking if i start out drinking hard alcohol and somewhere in the mix i add a glass of wine or more than a few sips of beer, my head is in a fucking toilet for a few hours and i'm lying there in between lurching and the subsequent feeling of just fantasticness that ensues in an alcohol induced fetal position of death. so basically, if i start out with wine/beer/hard liquor..i need to stick to it for the duration of the night. not so difficult to remember, huh? not that hard to do either...and yet, if i'm out drinking and someone offers to buy drinks, instead of saying "i'll have a double of basil hayden and two cubes of ice" and keep up with what i was drinking, i say "i'll have whatever you have"..which, shock me-shocke me!..is usually beer. and aside from the fact that beer is a tasty mother fucker, someone just bought it for me and i feek obliged...so i drink it...and poof, hello cold white toilet my old friend. a dolt, am i!
3. i wear contacts. i've worn contacts since i was twelve...do a little subtraction and yea..i've been wearing contacts for-nearly-fucking-ever. one would think that i'd be a pro at putting my contacts in, taking them out, and knowing when i shouldn't put the bastard thing in my eye and exchange it for a fresh one. one who thinks that would, subsequently, be mighty wrong. time and time again i've put a contact in my poor little ocular buddy and by the end of the ten minutes it takes me to put on some mascara and lipgloss for school, the fucking thing is irritating the shit out of me, and rather than take it out and exchange it for a new one..i take it out, put some solution on it, put it back in, and go on my merry fucking way...all the while sitting there and focusing on the dull and irritating pain having a party in my eyeball. even when i go home midday for lunch, i don't change the fucking thing. so? either i'm a glutton for dull, irritating pain in my eye, or i'm just that idiotic...you decide.
third stop: what's a ride through my fucked-ery without giving a shout out to those bastard creatures adorned with a wankus--she-males not included.
1. i have this sickening habit of putting way more effort than i should into guys i know just don't give a shit about me. i know i do this! i know it's bad! and everytime i'm at the end of that "relationship's" tunnel, i see the light and go through this whole manifesto about how i'm just not going to do it again--i'm not going to put faith into their bullshit words, i'm not going to go out on any form of a limb with my effort until i see some sort of reason to, i'm going to start expecting shit and running things on my terms, blah blah blah. i admit, i've gotten a lot better about it in the sense i see it happening way earlier and just kind of remove myself, but i still fucking end up in the same goddamn situation over and over and over again. why?! why do i buy into their bullshit when i know full well that it's just a line? god only fucking knows, but, this is just yet another reason why i am a fucking tard. holla!
2. i'm on jdate...just like every other single jewish individual in the world seems to be. i'm not really on there for any other purpose than to have something to point at and say, "see! i'm trying to date a jewish guy, it's just not happening!" when my parents get on my case about my non-existent love life, and the fact i keep going out with goys (for those who don't speak yiddish, that would be non-jews). i admit i've met a few people from that bastard website, two of them i'm friends with, and one of them was the shining example of metrosexuality gone wrong. , but for the most part i look at the guys who have looked at my profile, or who have messaged me..roll my eyes, mutter an "uch..no" or a "fucking short!" with each click of the detele option and that's about it. however, ocassionaly..and i'm talking once every few months...someone attractive (by jew standards), tall, and not middle aged will message me, or "hot list" me, or "click me", and i get kind of excited, and i start to log in more to see if they'll maybe respond to my response...and i start to think to myself "maybe i'll end up with a jewish guy yet"..and then they never respond, or turn out to be idiots, or effeminate, or there's just no attraction. but i still let the warm fuzzies of possibility flow, because i can't lie: the warm fuzzy is exponentially greater when i know my parents approval is pretty much guaranteed until they meet him. ahhhh, twenty three years of being jewish..you'd think i'd learn not to have faith in my fellow yud's..dur dur dur on me!
3. i reneg. a lot. i get some semblance of a spine and a voice for the self worth i have that i usually tell to shut up...and i say something. i point out how they're an asshole..how they've been ignoring me, using me, or just doing the bare minimum so i logistically have nothing to bitch about...or i sarcastically point out that they're a total douchebag and aren't worth my effort, or i just make some snide comment concerning how petty they are about something...and of course the egotistical fucktards apologize and make it out to be like i'm just sitting here with distorted glasses on fucking things up , or even better..they totally play into my passive aggressive route and pretty much give me the exact response i was hoping for: one that just screams "i didn't mean one single thing i told you, i lied, and i got the fiesty "i hate men" bitch to like me/put out"...and then i stew in it for a little bit, get pissed, come to grips the fact it's a waste of my time..and what do i do? i fuckin apologize. i say i'm sorry...me! why? 'cause i have one shitty fucking conscience, and i swear it'd rather see me miserable than have me live with any ounce of "maybe i was wrong" on it's gentle facade.....and thus, i take the utter-idiot route and apologize for being right.
fourth, and final, stop: hello absentmindedness, i think we've met before.
1. i'm a total add child..and the meds i take have helped a lot (which, consequently means that all the reasons people take the shit recreationally for just doesn't happen to me...and i still think that kinda blows), i'm still a fuckin space cadet. everyday....EVERYDAY...i'm not talking once every few weeks..no...every-goddamn-day, i walk into a room and completely forget what it was that brought me into it. i have no fucking clue why i got out of my chair and trekked down the hallway into whatever room it is i find myself in, and i sit there...and i look around..and i try to repeat the thought process that lead to me getting up..and it's blank. so i return to where i came from, sit down..and thirty minutes later i'll remember what i wanted and go through the same process. this is where i go from retarded to absolutely mindless..because more often than not, i'll repeat the process..completely: walk to the room, stand there, forget what it is i walked in there for, and go back...it takes about three tries for me to remember i, for example, walked into my library to get a fucking yellow highlighter. uchhhhh, tard-ish tendancies rock!
2. even more fun than the fact i can't seem to remember what brought me to a room, is the fact that i can't seem to remember that the refrigerator and the microwave are not identical. i know they aren't...but for some reason when i come home from grocery shopping, or i'm putting whatever it was i was eating away..i seem to get the two confused. i can't tell you how many times i've put ice cream in the microwave, or i've put a lean cuisine in the fridge only to return five minutes later to an empty microwave, and a ruined dinner. ahhh, yes....i've put my keys in the dishwasher before...i've put clean glassware into the microwave instead of the cabinet that is nowhere near the microwave, and..my favorite, i've actually put my purse in the dryer before...yea...guilty. granted! i was drunk as shit when i put it in there and i think i had a reason to put it in there..and though it was probably hilarious for the people watching me run around freaking out trying to find my purse, it just affirmed the fact i'm mentally deficient.
3. i'm pretty oblivious to the world around me. this obliviousness usually turns out to be a horrible horrible thing when winter strikes. for some reason, the eighteen years of winter i endured growing up disappeared the minute i moved to california..and for some reason, the memory of what winter is just doesn't seem to click into my head until it's been balls-cold out for at least a week straight. i see sunshine, i see no clouds, i see no snow...for some reason i see this all in the morning, and i assume it's going to be a nice cali day outside. yea, wrong. i end up taking my dog out in little more than a tank top and a sweater when it's a gusty and unpleasant twenty degrees outside...and while my dog tries to find the holy grail so that she may drop a deuce, i sit there with nipples so fucking hard that i could probably take out a street lamp if i turned around quick enough. i've lived in cleveland for two fucking years..i know the weather here is beyond fucked up, and i especially know that sunshine does not nice weather make..and yet? i somehow can't seem to remember it early in the morning when the temperatures start to fall. uch, walking pneumonia thanks my fucktardery.
i thank you for choosing e's magical yellow short bus..i know you have a choice when you decide to travel, and i thank you for making me your choice. please stay seated until captain retard has parked us at the gate, and the doorway is opened. have a great day!
first stop: things i just can't seem to learn or remember, because i'm a fuckin ignoramous.
1. it's really no surprise to any of y'all that i'm a neat freak....so, it really shouldn't shock anyone that i have two sets of bed-sheets that i have on a weekly rotation: 7 days of light blue satin, 7 days of dark green sateen, rinse, lather, and repeat. what's my point? every fucking week i go through the funtabulous task of putting a fitted sheet on my bed, and every fucking week i fuck it up. i can fold the bitches into perfect squares (which seems to be some kind of talent, i'm learning), but i can't seem to get them onto my bed the correct way the first try....i mean i get it on the second try if i'm lucky. what my problem is? i have no fucking clue...but i think if you shake the ball up right and wait for the blue liquid to un-bubble, all signs would point to: yo soy estupido!
2. i forget i hate things. yea, that's right...i forget that i hate things. this usually pertains to edible/ingestible items. ask anyone who's known me for a substantial period of time and i pretty much guarantee that they'll have at least one story revolving around the fact i ate something and midway through went "god, i forgot i hate (insert food item here). you'd think that something that evokes the response of "oh jesus fucking christ this is gross" would be something that would be emblemized in your wee little brain, no? yea, not in my fucking case because i am...survery says? special ed! yayyyyyyy!
3. every morning i go to the gym (well, usually..been slacking on that front lately, but anyway). everytime i go to the gym, i rely on my faithful little ipod to lend me it's music so that i may drowned out whatever bullshit talk show is playing on the tv's by the tredmills, or..even worse, whatever insanely wack topic the people around me who should be working up a sweat but think of the gym as social time, are talking about. praise the almighty ipod! so, you'd think that because the ipod is a crucial part of my daily routine i would be in the habit of charging it nightly..or at least pay a half decent amount of attention to the thing and oblige it's need for some charging. i say: nay nay! even when i remind myself to do it, and write it down..i don't. instead i just show up at the gym one day and the bastard thing won't turn on, and i'm forced to either deal with the retards talking and the talk shows, or go home. usually i take my window licking self home. mmm windex!
second stop: salutations and greetings! i've done you before..i remember you sucking..but i'm back to give it yet another shot and hope it works out this time around!
1. i've been in school for well over 18 years (please hold while i gag at that number). accordingly, you'd think by now that i would have figured out that waiting until the last minute to do important things is just not a fucking good idea. and yet? well into my graduate education where i know..i mean I KNOW that waiting until the last minute and cramming an entire semester's worth of material into my brain in an all-night session just doesn't beget the most fantastic of results. i mean i do okay, but i somehow think that i'd do that much better if i wasn't running on less than two hours of sleep and praying that i don't forget what section one article section four of the constitution affords, or how the due process clause of the fifth amendment makes the same section applicable to the federal government, because i just learned it about three hours prior to the test. so why can't i just do what every other fucking student seemingly does, and study well before the test and review the night before? oh..'cause i'm stupid...that's why.
2. i'm a big drinker--surprise, sur-fucking-prise, huh? (admission: not since i started the new meds..makes it hard to drink a lot when you kinda always feel ill) the problem is? i can't mix my alcohols. at all. i'm talking if i start out drinking hard alcohol and somewhere in the mix i add a glass of wine or more than a few sips of beer, my head is in a fucking toilet for a few hours and i'm lying there in between lurching and the subsequent feeling of just fantasticness that ensues in an alcohol induced fetal position of death. so basically, if i start out with wine/beer/hard liquor..i need to stick to it for the duration of the night. not so difficult to remember, huh? not that hard to do either...and yet, if i'm out drinking and someone offers to buy drinks, instead of saying "i'll have a double of basil hayden and two cubes of ice" and keep up with what i was drinking, i say "i'll have whatever you have"..which, shock me-shocke me!..is usually beer. and aside from the fact that beer is a tasty mother fucker, someone just bought it for me and i feek obliged...so i drink it...and poof, hello cold white toilet my old friend. a dolt, am i!
3. i wear contacts. i've worn contacts since i was twelve...do a little subtraction and yea..i've been wearing contacts for-nearly-fucking-ever. one would think that i'd be a pro at putting my contacts in, taking them out, and knowing when i shouldn't put the bastard thing in my eye and exchange it for a fresh one. one who thinks that would, subsequently, be mighty wrong. time and time again i've put a contact in my poor little ocular buddy and by the end of the ten minutes it takes me to put on some mascara and lipgloss for school, the fucking thing is irritating the shit out of me, and rather than take it out and exchange it for a new one..i take it out, put some solution on it, put it back in, and go on my merry fucking way...all the while sitting there and focusing on the dull and irritating pain having a party in my eyeball. even when i go home midday for lunch, i don't change the fucking thing. so? either i'm a glutton for dull, irritating pain in my eye, or i'm just that idiotic...you decide.
third stop: what's a ride through my fucked-ery without giving a shout out to those bastard creatures adorned with a wankus--she-males not included.
1. i have this sickening habit of putting way more effort than i should into guys i know just don't give a shit about me. i know i do this! i know it's bad! and everytime i'm at the end of that "relationship's" tunnel, i see the light and go through this whole manifesto about how i'm just not going to do it again--i'm not going to put faith into their bullshit words, i'm not going to go out on any form of a limb with my effort until i see some sort of reason to, i'm going to start expecting shit and running things on my terms, blah blah blah. i admit, i've gotten a lot better about it in the sense i see it happening way earlier and just kind of remove myself, but i still fucking end up in the same goddamn situation over and over and over again. why?! why do i buy into their bullshit when i know full well that it's just a line? god only fucking knows, but, this is just yet another reason why i am a fucking tard. holla!
2. i'm on jdate...just like every other single jewish individual in the world seems to be. i'm not really on there for any other purpose than to have something to point at and say, "see! i'm trying to date a jewish guy, it's just not happening!" when my parents get on my case about my non-existent love life, and the fact i keep going out with goys (for those who don't speak yiddish, that would be non-jews). i admit i've met a few people from that bastard website, two of them i'm friends with, and one of them was the shining example of metrosexuality gone wrong. , but for the most part i look at the guys who have looked at my profile, or who have messaged me..roll my eyes, mutter an "uch..no" or a "fucking short!" with each click of the detele option and that's about it. however, ocassionaly..and i'm talking once every few months...someone attractive (by jew standards), tall, and not middle aged will message me, or "hot list" me, or "click me", and i get kind of excited, and i start to log in more to see if they'll maybe respond to my response...and i start to think to myself "maybe i'll end up with a jewish guy yet"..and then they never respond, or turn out to be idiots, or effeminate, or there's just no attraction. but i still let the warm fuzzies of possibility flow, because i can't lie: the warm fuzzy is exponentially greater when i know my parents approval is pretty much guaranteed until they meet him. ahhhh, twenty three years of being jewish..you'd think i'd learn not to have faith in my fellow yud's..dur dur dur on me!
3. i reneg. a lot. i get some semblance of a spine and a voice for the self worth i have that i usually tell to shut up...and i say something. i point out how they're an asshole..how they've been ignoring me, using me, or just doing the bare minimum so i logistically have nothing to bitch about...or i sarcastically point out that they're a total douchebag and aren't worth my effort, or i just make some snide comment concerning how petty they are about something...and of course the egotistical fucktards apologize and make it out to be like i'm just sitting here with distorted glasses on fucking things up , or even better..they totally play into my passive aggressive route and pretty much give me the exact response i was hoping for: one that just screams "i didn't mean one single thing i told you, i lied, and i got the fiesty "i hate men" bitch to like me/put out"...and then i stew in it for a little bit, get pissed, come to grips the fact it's a waste of my time..and what do i do? i fuckin apologize. i say i'm sorry...me! why? 'cause i have one shitty fucking conscience, and i swear it'd rather see me miserable than have me live with any ounce of "maybe i was wrong" on it's gentle facade.....and thus, i take the utter-idiot route and apologize for being right.
fourth, and final, stop: hello absentmindedness, i think we've met before.
1. i'm a total add child..and the meds i take have helped a lot (which, consequently means that all the reasons people take the shit recreationally for just doesn't happen to me...and i still think that kinda blows), i'm still a fuckin space cadet. everyday....EVERYDAY...i'm not talking once every few weeks..no...every-goddamn-day, i walk into a room and completely forget what it was that brought me into it. i have no fucking clue why i got out of my chair and trekked down the hallway into whatever room it is i find myself in, and i sit there...and i look around..and i try to repeat the thought process that lead to me getting up..and it's blank. so i return to where i came from, sit down..and thirty minutes later i'll remember what i wanted and go through the same process. this is where i go from retarded to absolutely mindless..because more often than not, i'll repeat the process..completely: walk to the room, stand there, forget what it is i walked in there for, and go back...it takes about three tries for me to remember i, for example, walked into my library to get a fucking yellow highlighter. uchhhhh, tard-ish tendancies rock!
2. even more fun than the fact i can't seem to remember what brought me to a room, is the fact that i can't seem to remember that the refrigerator and the microwave are not identical. i know they aren't...but for some reason when i come home from grocery shopping, or i'm putting whatever it was i was eating away..i seem to get the two confused. i can't tell you how many times i've put ice cream in the microwave, or i've put a lean cuisine in the fridge only to return five minutes later to an empty microwave, and a ruined dinner. ahhh, yes....i've put my keys in the dishwasher before...i've put clean glassware into the microwave instead of the cabinet that is nowhere near the microwave, and..my favorite, i've actually put my purse in the dryer before...yea...guilty. granted! i was drunk as shit when i put it in there and i think i had a reason to put it in there..and though it was probably hilarious for the people watching me run around freaking out trying to find my purse, it just affirmed the fact i'm mentally deficient.
3. i'm pretty oblivious to the world around me. this obliviousness usually turns out to be a horrible horrible thing when winter strikes. for some reason, the eighteen years of winter i endured growing up disappeared the minute i moved to california..and for some reason, the memory of what winter is just doesn't seem to click into my head until it's been balls-cold out for at least a week straight. i see sunshine, i see no clouds, i see no snow...for some reason i see this all in the morning, and i assume it's going to be a nice cali day outside. yea, wrong. i end up taking my dog out in little more than a tank top and a sweater when it's a gusty and unpleasant twenty degrees outside...and while my dog tries to find the holy grail so that she may drop a deuce, i sit there with nipples so fucking hard that i could probably take out a street lamp if i turned around quick enough. i've lived in cleveland for two fucking years..i know the weather here is beyond fucked up, and i especially know that sunshine does not nice weather make..and yet? i somehow can't seem to remember it early in the morning when the temperatures start to fall. uch, walking pneumonia thanks my fucktardery.
i thank you for choosing e's magical yellow short bus..i know you have a choice when you decide to travel, and i thank you for making me your choice. please stay seated until captain retard has parked us at the gate, and the doorway is opened. have a great day!
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just an as aside, i'd like to say thanks to all of you for your kind words and thoughts. i have a habit of freaking out when a curve ball is thrown my way, so i'm sorry if i was snide, bitchy, rude, curt, (insert whatever word you'd like here), with any of you. i really didn't mean it, if i was.
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Does Jdate have a feature called "send my mother an activiy update report every day"?
Maybe topics would be like Statcounter
- Recent activity
- Came from analysis
- Visitor path
- Visit duration
- Keyword analysis (drills down automatically on "marriage")
- Sort by Country/city/salary/job
:o)
oh man dude that's funny. the mother update... what a horrid idea, bet someone does it.
and elle? that's hilarious with the kitchen appliances. i tend to put milk in cupboards and cereal in the fridge...
Am I crazy - no pun intended - in thinking that if the meds are doing this to you, they are a bad thing? Or is the alternative that much worse?
Anyway...jewish dating? Surely when the one variable that is constant is something that random...I don't know. Am I crazy - again - in thinking it's all an illusion anyway?
And Everclear, excellent.
Faltenin: if they had that kind of serivce, i'd be so screwed! i haven't logged into that site in a good eight months..unless logging in to look at my bro's profile and signing out asap matters. you trying to get me in trouble here?!!
Sass: ever wonder why you do that? i really don't understand why the microwave seems to double as a fridge if i'm not thinking about it. nutty!
Hedge: it was way worse before the pills...not in that i do the uhh retard actions less, but in that i pay attention to things a lot more. and what do you mean aout the jewish dating variable constant thing? you lost me? and vive la everclear :)
That was a fantastic ride... I admit I put popsicles in the cupboard next to the granola bars all the time.
Nobody notices until the syrup from the melted yummy's begin to seep out the bottom.
Im a dumbass, but no matter... :)
Oh, and great header :) Looks really good :)
Thank GOD I'm not the only one that puts shit in the wrong place in the kitchen.
Seriously. That's a load off my mind.
And, if I were younger and single...damn. I'm a sucker for hot girls that drink bourbon. Man. That means you too, Sass. ;)
This post was so funny. And ohmygod I can't believe you said window licker. I heard that for the first time not too long ago and I nearly died. It's horrible but so damn funny.
I could pretend to be Jewish to appease your parents...unfortunately, I can't pretend to be young and good looking.
Not quite what I thought stop #2 was going to be....
Wow...all that and only 4 stops. Thats was definitely worth the cost of a pass. Im still laughing though, this post cracked me up.
Wow...glad I'm not the only one who does stupid things.....I'm always putting stuff where it has no business being....
Love your new header!!!!
Em: thank you for admitting your dumbassery, it's always appreciated..and, thank you for your help ;)
Trix: in my case? it's hard cause i tower over most of them..and i'm not even that tall
Todd: hush! only one who self depricates on this blog is me!
Wes: and what did you think stop two was going to be?
Deepitalianeyes: glad ya liked it :)
Kristen: thank ya :) and it's nice to know i'm not a total dumbass haha
you're so fuckin hot murph..but do you see me bitching about it?!
why would it be breathe?!!
goddamn my foreign parents!!
*cough* WILL!! *cough*
breathe: 1. The air inhaled and exhaled in respiration; 2. The act or process of breathing; respiration; 3. The capacity to breathe, especially in a natural and unlabored manner; etc.
breathe: 1. To inhale and exhale air, especially when naturally and freely.
so, yea..not seeing how breath is wrong =0P
shit! that firs tone should say breath.
dictionary.com hath spoken. breathing=inhaling and exhaling.
yes it is just you. and yes... you are pre-tarded
everclear..... come on butt.. we deserve better than that... are we running out of songs?
you're welcome.
like the new look for the blog.
cunt.
what was that? uh-huh. OK.
like the new banner :)
Johnny: that song rocks, so fucketh, youeth
Shane: glad ya like it, cuntykins.
D: shpank ye!
Guerilla: oh i've done that, never fear haha..what's worse is that i always cook with habannero peppers..and STILL touch my eye.
MJ: we all have our things ;)
Yaay you are back...and rocking. Dude, I so feel you. I have the satin sheets on rotation as well and I cannot make my bed properly. I plan a bedroom HNT so I am gonna try this time.
I always forget to recharge my ipod and then feel so stupid and frustrated when it just dies in the middle of the cardio and I cannot be bothered to keep walking.
I have been in school since I was 4 and I am gonna be 29...I have yet to figure a lot of stuff out. That's why sometimes I have to give my students a bit of a break.
I have friends on Jdate and some good stuff has come out of it. *le sigh* one never knows darling.
For a good reason, mind you, so I am not complaining, I have been sorta forced to deal with the ADD/OCD stuff lately. And learning from this person has helped me understand people who deal with it better. I think I am becoming more patient...who knew?
xoxox
-N
Nat: patience can be startling huh? especially when you never really had it to begin with.
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