and i work so much harder than you. i p0wn j00 in that department. do not even begin telling me how bizay you are, because you just can't compare. i bust my ass so much my panties are on FIRE girl, so don't think of complaining about how you ain't been getting your beauty sleep. you have NO right to complain, i will laugh in your face. i have been running without a restart for 72 hours and my eyes are so puffy i can't see past the pizza pockets under my eyes and i smell like despair and regret and nobody sits next to me cuz i'm that scary and i have 20 hours of readings to do on sunday and 10 articles to write this week for the skoo papah and full time work (2 pt jobs = ft) and classes i go to because i paid a pretty penny for my edumacation so fuck you. clearly i have the harder life, and therefore i am queen supreme. so like, there.
why do restos make such a big deal out of baked beans? nobody except for those weird fags with the crooked teeth and cockney accents eat them.. this is canada you twats! gimme some more bacon or something, don't give me this guaranteed fart food shit.
i saw the mentally challenged version of thom yorke on the 95 the other day, i think i blogged about him before. this time he was randomly hugging some girl on the bus, who was too nice to stop him.
imagine stuffing your face with 50 gumballs and trying to chew... that's my life right now. my social life's got lock jaw.
that is ambivalent's pretty crotch. i got my bf so much stuff for his bday which means i am officially broke, so everybody gets homemade origami swans for their bday/xmas present this year. i'm gonna love seeing the forced happy appreciative looks on your faces as you rummage through the gift bag that cost more than the origami paper....
raymi linked to this and it's pretty chill. it's got a very accurate depiction of what our favourite nipple-damaged party slut tara reid will look like in 10 years... i know this because i can see into the future.
and we are all going to die from cancer.
