File this under weird bullshit from random interweb people, but do you have an older sister named Lauren? I went to college with her. I was bored-can't-sleep-looking-at-cat-pictures tumblr-ing and found your profile. KTHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKSBAI
oh, woah. yes i do. do you want to message me your twitter handle or tumblr name or something?
I stayed out too late last night and had one beer too many again. I probably wouldn’t have had more drinks, but as it is, the fizzles of the last relationship possibility I had flared up last night in the form of “[redacted] favorited your tweet!” which sent me into the biggest temper tantrum I’ve had in years. Stomping my feet, crossing my arms, screaming into a pillow. So I drank a lot of beers with blueberry flavor. I drank a lot of beers with blueberry flavor and I brushed my teeth. I drank a lot of beers with blueberry flavor and I brushed my teeth and I went to bed. I drank a lot of beers with blueberry flavor and I brushed my teeth and went to bed and thrashed angrily, and I woke up sad. I woke up sad and I hit snooze. I woke up sad and went to work, where I did the same bullshit I do there all day, and I was fine and happy, and dressed up like a cat, because it’s halloweekend and I work in a mall. And I left work, and I saw my mother, and I was happy because I love my mother. And then I got home, and I saw that [redacted] had texted me a two letter reply, and now I’m going to stay out too late and have one beer too many. Again.
hi. force me to write long form again because twitter destroyed that. so did .gifs, i think. I’m not sure. my car battery died today. i think it’s my alternator. is it punishment for my hubris concerning how i sort of bragged about my car recently? it’s an obnoxiously blue 97 nissan. there’s nothing really to brag about concerning the car, but i love it all the same. it gets the job done. it’s average height. it’s not fancy, but it’s loud. if you can’t tell, i’m projecting my perception of my own personality onto my car. i don’t think it’s working.
“I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.”—All These Things You Wish You’d Say (via torivega)
“I was in Miley Cyrus’ 2013 VMA performance as one of the background bears. I had never done anything in a costume with a mask like that before. I mean, I dressed up as a Pink Power Ranger when I was in Kindergarten and I had a mask on but, I digress… I had never been in a performance where I was purely meant to be gawked or laughed at. I will never forget that performance because it is what forced me to draw my personal line in the sand. After our first dress rehearsal in the costumes with the crew, publicists, performers etc watching us, I walked out of the Barclay Center shaking and crying. Thankfully, my best friends, Kelly and Kerri, happened to be NYC to visit me. They were waiting for me and I walked up to them and broke down. I love being the center of attention, but that was something different. I was being stared and laughed at for all of the wrong reasons. I was being looked at as a prop…as something less than human.”—One of the bears in Miley’s VMA performance wrote about what it was like to be one of the bears in Miley’s VMA performance (via bobbyfinger)