January 2012
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Is there anything worse than job hunting?
God, I hate it.
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Wow… gotta love how my room mate is home ALL day doing absolutely nothing, yet the second I get home he decides he needs to do the dishes and blast Michael Jackson even though I just mentioned to him that I was going to try and sleep before work tonight. Gee. Thanks.
Alan and I have decided to name our child “Apocalypse” because we are both such huge assholes that our child will bring about the end of the world.
It only makes sense, really.
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Last night consisted of a lot of alcohol, weed, Kreayshawn, dancing, walking the streets of San Francisco, talking to some lil’ Mexican kids and their drunk mom, and waking up with no pants on.
That is how you’re supposed to start a new year, right?
December 2011
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That awkward moment where you text something to someone and less than a second later really wish you hadn’t.
Annoying.
I love my brother and I am glad he found himself a woman he loves and settled down, but does every God damn post on Facebook have to be about how in love he is?
Why do people do that shit? Are you trying to prove something?
I mean, yeah, I love Alan… but I don’t say it every five minutes because that’d be like saying “The sky is blue.” or “I am white.”
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November 2011
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Although I don’t think anyone reads when I actually type shit, I’d like to vent for a moment.
First, can I say how much I friggin’ love working overnight at Target? This is my dream job. If I could do this 40 hours a week I’d seriously be set for life. That may sound pretty lame, but I honestly love this kind of work. I’m on a great team with some great ladies. The...
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Why does every band I put into Drinkify come up as a PBR?
I guess I just found out I’m a fucking hipster.
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yelyahwilliams:
dear the people who keep writing me about my hair and bein’ all negative and such…
one day we’ll all be old and maybe by then you’ll realize how weird it was that you cared so much about what other people are doing with their lives… or their hair.
anyways, have a good one!