another creepy and stupid gif from yours truly, mon amor

another creepy and stupid gif from yours truly, mon amor

why is everything that was stupid and lame and boring before suddenly a magnified amount of hilarious once a double shot has been consumed?

science?

Fainting iz Fun.

In corsets, how fitting.

Techno song just came on. It was called “We Are Prostitutes”.

………..

WHAT THE FUCK, TECHNO?

When you’re so hip that your computer wants to show you and your audience twice how hip you are by reflecting your hip appearance in your glasses.
THAT’S NOT ANNOYING AT ALL. I LOVE WHEN THAT HAPPENS.
Going to the rally at the capitol with Nanerz (rottenapplepie.tumblr.com)

When you’re so hip that your computer wants to show you and your audience twice how hip you are by reflecting your hip appearance in your glasses.

THAT’S NOT ANNOYING AT ALL. I LOVE WHEN THAT HAPPENS.

Going to the rally at the capitol with Nanerz (rottenapplepie.tumblr.com)

Don’t hate the playa, hate the game.

Don’t hate the playa, hate the game.

I swear I don’t always sound like a man/like I’m fucking blazed.

BUT SCHOOL IS OUT AND ALL I CAN DO IS DANCE TO SUPER BASS.

It gets on my nerves when I see people drinking coffee through a straw when there’s still whipped cream PILED ON TOP. LIKE, LOOK AT WHAT YOU’RE WASTING. YOU ARE INHUMAN.

Do not like.

Today was just one of those days where Alanis Morissette comes on shuffle and you think “Yeah. Yeah, this is a good idea. I’ll keep this here.”, you know? Oh. Oh, you don’t? Oh, NOBODY has those days? ……oh, well. Then. Ok then. I’ll just…..yeah, nevermind.

My momma is making me a welcome home cake. She asked me what kind I want. I don’t know what to say. DILEMMA. WHAT KIND OF CAKE DO I WANT, TUMBLR?!

Just saw a girl on Wabash walking down the street in an “army coat” and some fancy, pricey jeans and clearly expensive shoes, dragging an American flag on the ground that was obviously forcefully dirty with fake blood spattered all over it. She also held an equally forced disgruntled, angsty, pissed off look on her face as she walked, carrying herself with “pride”. I think she was trying to make a statement…. Instead she just looked like a bitch who was contradicting herself by shaming her country, while also feeding it by wearing the pricey jeans and shoes.

Way to go, Children of the Revolution. Wayyyy to go.

(sometimes i hate art school)

Excuse me?

We have only had one conversation, and that was on Facebook.¬†And it just so happened to be about breasts. So you now think, random boy that I’ve never actually met, that this is validation for you to get up on my Facebook wall and call me TITS MCGEE, fully giving away that you now associate me with breasts?!

TO ANYBODY THAT I TALK TO ON A REGULAR BASIS, feel free to call me Tits McGee. But just because we spoke ONCE about it does not validate that kind of LANGUAGE, YOUNG MAN. And please. Do no proceed to ask me “where the party at?!”. I am not TELLING you where the party is at, Douche McFace. I plan on doing no partying with such a kind. Your jests are not funny.

See, I like booby jokes. Actually, I love booby jokes. But when a stranger hasn’t even seen me in person, in all my booby glory, and they’ve had one conversation with me, and all they have to say is “HEY TITS MCGEE”. No. No wonder you do not have a girlfriend. No wonder you need to ask where the party is at. You is REALLY REALLY DUMB. If you were mah bff chillin at da crib an holla’d out “TITS MCGEEEEE” I’d laugh me behind off. But no. Ya stoopid. Hop off leJock.

And now proceeds the calming myself down process.

Where did all the boys with proper courting techniques (aka game) go?