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Oh. My. God.
Hi.
My name is Santana Lopez.
And I'm incredibly offended right now.
Please, tell me he's not serious. How DARE he ruin my most FAVOURITE song?
I'm suddenly appreciative of your personality, Kurt.
Am I the only one to be seriously offended by this?
Mercedes!? -
WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY. THAT'S RIGHT GOD. FUCKERY.
I decided to wait to open the results of my career aptitude test until I got home. It was obviously going to be something like: "Champion Cheerleader" or like "The Next Shakira" so I , me being the nicest person in the entire fucking world, I brought it home so nobody would get jealous. I know. I'm considerate. Thoughtful. And I look good. (+ My ( Read more... ) -
Flowers.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Your ass is so big.
Sugar is sweet!
It's blocking my view.
And so are you!
I came home today and completely ignored all my siblings. I have never felt so accomplished in my life.
My mom came home and asked me how it went with Mrs. Pillsburry, and I told her it was nice.
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So, I have to see a counselor?
I have like, a billion siblings. They are horrible. I hate them. They are ALL younger than me.
I am the oldest in my family, and my parents like, work all the time.
Which I use to my advantage.
Yesterday, one of them was running around and screaming. Then, another rat, naturally decided to join him.
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What The Hell #2.
I went to the doctor's today.
Which meant I was touched and handled by this really unattractive old man with a beard. Like, what the hell? They didn't have the consideration to put me with a good looking doctor? Seriously? Anyway. That's besides the point.
I went to the doctor's, and I kinda zoned out. All I know is it isn't broken.
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I'm a cripple.
Apparently I'm supposed to use one of these things to like, let my feelings out?
Personally, I don't really care about doing that. I bet you all know, or don't really give a crap, about what I feel anyway, so why post it online?
I'm jealous. I'm torn. I'm pissed off. I'm sad. I'm confused. I'm pissed off. I'm pissed off. I'm pissed off. I'm pissed ( Read more... ) -
Head Bitch In Charge
HBIC. Yes.
Back from a minor withdrawal solved with chocolate and bananas, Santana Lopez is back stronger than ever.
And she likes older men that are not teachers, not married, not fathers, or over thirty.
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What The Hell.
I think this will become my favourite expression from now on. Seriously. I know it totally sounds like I'm whining, but these are what blogs are for.
They are for losers to complain and whine about their sad and sorry life. I'm not a loser.
Oh and for the record?
Old guys are officially not my type. They don't fall for my tricks. I mean- it's ( Read more... )