The single most expensive item in my wardrobe is a sweater hoodie.
$12
I didn't even pay full price.
I got it 20% off.
$9.60
Which while a small amount, it still outstrips the second most expensive item.
Pair of jeans.
$5.
My middle name's not John.
It's frugal...

but you can call me
Fru.
 

Found this list on a website, the numbered are user submitted requests of their next boyfriend. Directly under, are my responses to the requests.

1. …will not cheat on me.
Well I wouldn't do such a thing... I'd break up with you first.

2. …will recycle, donate to a cause, volunteer, and otherwise be a contributing member to society’s well-being.
I ( Read more... )

I look around, and I try.

I just really

can't
find

a
point
.
.
.

I'm going to sleep.

Are brutally unfair.
 

I have so fallen in love with this song.
Captain Redhair, you can have your frenchy!
I have the lovely Nunes.

This song is so me.

This week’s news: I have a new crush.
Third this month, so it doesn’t mean much.
Leave me alone, cause I can’t control my hormones.

My head, oh my head. Please disregard what I just said.
I’m indecisive and I can’t ( Read more... )

I know they cause cancer.
I know they're expensive.
I know they make your teeth and nails all ugh.
But.
Damn,
do
those
little
death
sticks
taste
good.

The guy
who
has all these thoughts
bouncing around
in his head
with no way to express them.
at all.
Ever.
Like, ever-ever.
My mind is Azkaban.
The only light I ever see
is when I read
someone else's thoughts
and see my mind
in them.
 

I remember
when I was much younger
when my mom would leave
to go to work
I would cry.
Bear in mind that I was
like
7
but still.
So I would cry
and cry
and cry
and fall asleep.
This happened
for quite some time.
Then.
One night,
I stopped crying.
I
never
really
cried
again
...
What
happened
to
me
?

Yes that's right, sad and lonely. For the last few weeks I'd been going back and forth with myself about the whole to date or not to date thing. It's funny that now I have a choice. In contrast to high school where I was kinda hopeless and all. I mean, I still am pretty hopeless but I guess now I'm more attractive or some baloney, idk. The problem ( Read more... )

Come to listen to me whine? Good. Grab a seat.

How do you define yourself? Probably as whatever affects you the most. Possibly, student, mother, friend so on and so forth. I define myself as deaf before anything else. While I don't like to consider myself disabled, I really am. Disability being defined as an impairment affecting all aspects of ( Read more... )