I’m feeling a lot of feelings right now.
I think I can safely say 2009 is shaping up to be the worst year ever. Like your cat of fours years runs away (dies?), everyone is sexually assaulted, getting “other woman” tag BAD BAD BAD. It’s no surprise that The Annual Wallet Disappearance Due To Intoxication-Usually Stolen of 2009 happens when I thought hte one good thing about this year would be that it didn’t. Oh no my whole goddam purse whole thing. Bye iPod, now I’m glad I really didn’t harass that technical designer I had googley eyes into fixing you with a sawter not that he would have cause girl you too fat to hold hand with in public.
whatever
so yes, all signs point to sobriety because some jackass got in the middle of me lurkin hard at this bartender that I make mad googley eyes at every Friday, not by choice, he is just a nice guy with a magnetic back. They eventually refuse the booze (my bad) and so this person takes me to another one wherein my purse was stolen. Now now the exact details are for a select number of friends but anyway I really should have been in bed. My fault but so my purse gets stolen, and lots of falling outs happen the next day with people concerned for my well being.
It’s very much NAGL but this guy lacks any sort of guilty conscious because I would have taken me out to dinner once and listened to me talk about exes. Just once. Losing your purse involves the DMV
They all look so beautiful. (via aewsome:brookehatfield:theminutewaltz)
Bit early but too funny not to post.
I am always asking myself what Beyonce is doing, I’ve neverthought to ask, “What am I doing?”. I’m guessing only one of our lives involves crusted fluid and natural hair so…
While I was laying around acting cunty and probably writing mean things in my secret Word documents, Beyonce was stage diving in London.
Where were you when Beyonce was stage diving in London?