oh. my. god.
grey's anatomy is the best show ever. we are having parties. grey's anatomy parties. starting two weeks from thursday. we are also having a party tonight. i'm excited.
are you ever in the middle and you just want to stop? everything is going great, or at least expectably well, you're in your ex-boyfriend's socks (the small ones? the ones with the stripes? the ones he thought would fit you best?) and you just want to punch someone in the face. or cry into the hole next to their collarbone. so maybe you pretend you're just taking deep breaths. and you quicken. because that's what other people do. at least that's what they say they do. maybe only one person ever took the quick breaths and now we all take them because we heard about it. maybe the narrator was just lying to us all along, and we forgot all about reliability.
it's weird to be embarrassed because someone else tells you they love you. but that's exactly how you make me feel. embarrassed, ashamed, and 2 pant sizes too big.
wow this post went emo. surprisingly emo. i'm not emo. i'm just procrastinating. so yeah, party. our house. tonight. come and celebrate colonel sanders' 116th birthday.
oh, and HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITE GIRLS IN THE WORLD, THE LOVELY MS. STACY. YOUR SCARF IS, uh...., BACKORDERED. WAIT FOR IT. WE'LL DO ANOTHER BIRTHDAY FIESTA THAT WON'T SUCK AND I'M UNINVITING ALL PEOPLE WITH NEON GREEN SHOES.
are you ever in the middle and you just want to stop? everything is going great, or at least expectably well, you're in your ex-boyfriend's socks (the small ones? the ones with the stripes? the ones he thought would fit you best?) and you just want to punch someone in the face. or cry into the hole next to their collarbone. so maybe you pretend you're just taking deep breaths. and you quicken. because that's what other people do. at least that's what they say they do. maybe only one person ever took the quick breaths and now we all take them because we heard about it. maybe the narrator was just lying to us all along, and we forgot all about reliability.
it's weird to be embarrassed because someone else tells you they love you. but that's exactly how you make me feel. embarrassed, ashamed, and 2 pant sizes too big.
wow this post went emo. surprisingly emo. i'm not emo. i'm just procrastinating. so yeah, party. our house. tonight. come and celebrate colonel sanders' 116th birthday.
oh, and HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITE GIRLS IN THE WORLD, THE LOVELY MS. STACY. YOUR SCARF IS, uh...., BACKORDERED. WAIT FOR IT. WE'LL DO ANOTHER BIRTHDAY FIESTA THAT WON'T SUCK AND I'M UNINVITING ALL PEOPLE WITH NEON GREEN SHOES.