I either need to convert more of my friends to tumblr, or make more tumblr friends. Cause I have no one to talk to about the wonders of riding a bnf's coattails to bump up your tumblarity.

CHRISTMAAAAAAAAAS. :DD
People should just psychichly know shit I want for christmas. And birthdays. I love clever, and often rude t-shirts. XD Clearly.

Prettymuch anything to do with guitar hero.

HOLY SHIT THIS ONE ESPECIALLY XDDD

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Sarah's moving into her 'apartment' later today (see, it's 4.40 am, so it qualifies) and I drew a little diddy on her fbook graffiti wall. It makes me happy if I ignore that the camaro's ass appears to be having a mini seizure.


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I posted this a few hours ago on my extremely lame myspace page cause there was nothing else :c and I needed to express myself. ahem:

I don't know if this 'myspace' can console my tears enough, but I have to try.  I mean, trying is better than wandering the internets aimlessly, unable to express onesself through words and hotlinks and html...

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