Oh, it fucking happened. I look out my window and bam. The dude is a tenant and the chick is his baby momma/another tenant's sister/cousin/i can't keep up with all the drama.
I am stronly thinking that I should make some bread right now. I want to be able to make sanwhiches tomorrow. But I am thinking I will burn myself. Thoughs?t
Someone, and I think it was on the AV Club site, once commented that Megan Fox was alright despite having the Innsmouth Look. Now, I can't even look at her without thinking of that comment and chuckling.
I was thinking that I have seven different types of beer in the fridge and I don't know what to grab next. Bread? Do they have grocery stores where you live?
You should totally start baking right now. I guarantee that you won't forget it's in the oven or pass out or anything.
No grocery store bread beats good, fresh, homemade bread. Bake away, and be sure to get every last drop out of your box.
1. Pick the beer farthest to the left. 2. I love baking. 3. My bread is delicious. 4. I can make bread for ~40 or 50 cents a loaf, whereas good panini bread at the store is ~4 bucks a loaf. SUCK ON THAT SMARTMOUTH
beer wine beer wine beer wine VINO. Actually I would have preferred nice cold beer this afternoon. I learned some new phrases this week. My neighbors are Honduran and Brazilian and I am leanring lots of useful spanish. COME LAS MIERDAS! Pendejo! Tanto! Hijo de puta! I learned that last one when we got cut off in traffic. I love my neighbors.
PS: If I spell complicated words correctly it is only because firefox's spellcheck has saved me. I love firefox.
I grabbed the Piggly Wiggly beer: "Pig Swig Pig Pen Pilsner". If your bread is that awesome and cheap what the eff are you doing on the internet typing about it? Bake me a loaf woman.
Sober mother fucker? I am one. ...Unless you count the Lamictal. I feel like I'm finally starting to become myself again. It's taken years but I've rediscovered my inner child and joy for life. I constantly crack jokes and go out of my way to enjoy the little things. Having spent so much time unhappy amplifies all the fun stuff I experience now. People might have the capacity for shitty behaviors but deep down they're usually good. I'm a completely open book at this point in my life and very genuine which makes strangers randomly open up to me. Friends and old connections are seeing the changes in my moods, actions and behaviors and are actively seeking me out to reconnect. Every day isn't sunshine and unicorns but such is life. If anyone reading this is struggling through emotional turmoil or suspect a mental illness I highly encourage you to seek out help. You owe it to yourself and those around you. Getting a proper diagnoses is a pain in the ass but if you feel like the Prozac blob being followed by rain clouds there is a lot of beauty that you are missing out on. Typing stream-of-consciousness is fun. Anyways, my old roommate's pussy behaviors motivated me to be more mindful and honest with the women in my life. I outright told a new female friend yesterday that she's gorgeous, smart, and funny, and that if I didn't have so much baggage left to sort out I would take her on a date. Giant smile and stammering, flattered response. Scootah's 'keep it simple' approach to women really is superior.
What is this argument? If somebody asks you if you would rather fuck January Jones, Alison Brie or Cristina Hendricks, there is only one answer. "Yes." Let's get it WDT.
I wanna know what the FUCK that bird is still doing awake. It is after midnight. Maybe the parking lot lights are on in that apartment complex across the street? Either way I wish I had a pellet gun right about now. I might have to borrow one from Daddy. I love my daddy. I wanna call him now but it is too late, I'll call him in the morning.
The internet brings us close but reality keeps us far away. I'd bake all you mothers bread if I could. I like making people fat!!