UGH. Excuse me while I nom on some cereal because fake or not, that whole outsourcing shit to the Philippines is making me mad as hell. Fuck you colonialism. BAHHHH.
I really hate it when I’m watching a show on my computer on full screen and then...– Hank Green [x] (via identify-my-dreams)
MAN. NO. I’M GOING TO BED. WORK OUT TOMORROW IF I WAKE UP EARLY ENOUGH. I already have too much energy.
The plot line I wrote at work is so sappy, I can’t believe I actually thought of that shit hahahahahahahahaha. Although you know, if I actually bother to write about it and do all the research necessary, it probably won’t be that bad. Oh man.
(Says the girl who would really want a house in Calgary so she doesn’t have to keep paying for storage over the summer and who also wants to stop paying other people’s mortgages.)
Wow someone I know just bought a house. YOU GUISE, THE REAL WORLD IS SO CLOSE, I CAN SMELL IT. QUICK, SOMEONE HIDE ME.
To work out or not to work out? I probably will. But it’s so goddamn hot in my room.
I need to be more tolerant of people. I pulled out a bitch face earlier because someone was like “figures I’d get 4.20 haha.” Then he proceeds to talk about how he didn’t want to follow more people on twitter because he’s following 69 people. I mean, I’m pretty fucking immature, I love fart jokes man, but come on. I don’t know if people forget that...
Sir, please put a shirt on. No one needs to see your beer gut man. It’s not even that hot yet, come on.
This La Senza pushup bra is excellent.
A woman’s worst nightmare? That’s pretty easy. Novelist Margaret Atwood writes...– http://www.pbs.org/kued/nosafeplace/articles/nightmare.html (via alullaby)
I just realized that my parents’ 25th wedding anniversary is around the same time I turn 25. I guess that’s convenient.
I’ve just written an entire plot line for a sappy romance story. I’m so bored. I need to bring a book tomorrow.
scienceing: fibonacci sequence: fab-onacci sequence:
Alright. I need to turn off my bitch face. But uhh some people are just have an annoying air around them.
Ah yes, happy long weekend to all my fellow Canada-land folks. I’m just going to live vicariously through the ones who’ll be drinking and partying tomorrow because I’ll be at work. Yep. Work.
Oh my god *facepalm*. Manila Bulletin, that is so clearly a typo or a huge grammatical mistake. Please fix it. But yes here, read about my old high school in the Philippines and see how intense it’s become.
I’m pretty sure that trend of having wood texture as your background image for a website is long gone, but seriously, I love it.
I finally figured it out … if I write a really shitty novel about wild bondage...– TBV Lol (via yeahwriters)
Doctor: Are you sexually active?
Me: Laughs hysterically, makes pterodactyl noise, transforms into a potato and rolls out the door and away into the sunset
What is it with romance authors and magical realism these days?
Oh man, yes, I don't have to scour the interwebs... →
(Am I new to this? If I am, sorry. But this is pretty awesome.)
nadadenuevo replied to your post: Okay Tumblr, I really am dreading not having a day… Pull a Kya. Pretend you fell asleep and bail on the party! I would, really, but I promised I would go. And my brain is telling me that I should try to keep at least one of the two Filipino friends I’ve managed to make in my three years in Calgary for some bizarre reason. So. I’m just going...
Oh my god, I keep using the word “suffice” in all my “important” emails. Mostly because I’m always asking about my applications and stuff. I just. Mmyeah. Also, Tumblr, thank you for giving me the knowledge about lolitas and stuff because really, I just made a friend because of that. So yay.
I’m going to have to find a gray lacy back top for my dress. Because I love it too much. I’ll figure out how to pull of the backless part later on. I’LL MAKE THIS RELATIONSHIP WORK, DRESS. DON’T WORRY.
“For best results, dry clean.” lolno.