February 2008
37 posts
LOST drinking rules
everytime:
jack yells
sawyer uses a nickname
hurley says ‘dude’
locke says something mystical
any new character appears
any of the numbers are said
this would royally fuck me up. but lost royally fucks me up with or without alcohol. OCEANIC SIX? does not compute. i need you, next thursday!!
rain, please stop :(
January 2008
37 posts
why can’t i stop listening to you, mountain goats? probably because heretic pride is perfect. um, needz to buy ticketz, but needz a job first.
quotes are taken out of context. not fair, tabby. not fair.
“AYY, RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! P.S., I’m super fuckin’ tall!”
– Elisabeth via Tabby
“Hi. Ummmmm, suck my dick. *Slurps ramen.* *Laughs.* What happened to your crazy...”
– Elisabeth
wait a goddamn minute
“DRUMBLING.” it’s official. 2k8 whut upppp! copyright whoever.
i miss my animals. and my beth and maura. but hb, you still get the job done, hallelujah.
i’m in croc hell right now. i hate airports.
i hate people. →
anton: you know what date is on this coin?
gas station guy: no
anton: 1958. it's been traveling 22 years to get here, and now it's here, and it's either heads or tails and you have to call it. call it.
gas station guy: i need to know what i stand to win.
anton: everything.
rest in peace, i am completely sad.
you look like i need a drink
i could go to bed at a reasonable hour (now), wake up feeling refreshed, and get a lot done tomorrow. or i could stay up all night, be a zombie tomorrow, and spend one of my last days home in a complete sleepless haze. but i’m on this really big against me! binge right now so i’m guessing the latter is what it’s gonna be. whoops!
oh my god laundry, how do you always overwhelm me so bad.
i have officially been awake for twenty hours and counting. it’s time to show my circadian rhythm who’s boss.
i’m kind of ready to go back to school, even if it involves a roommate i’ve never met :( and classes i don’t want to take :( it’ll at least be more productive than here. hot breakfast, I MISS YOU MADLY.
this might be a weird thing to think about, but as far as opening credits for tv shows go, six feet under’s is definitely the best ever.
i feel better about sleeping all day when my kitty joins me. i had a dream that murphy was really, scarily skinny, but she’s fine. weird dreams lately, real weird.
brett: have you guys ever seen that movie “11”?
me: yeah, doesn’t it have sandra bullock in it?
- my dream.
weirdest dream, and tabby was in it and that’s why i’m updating about it. okay, so i was at camp with some randos, i only really remember brett, adele, and spencer, which is really random. but anyway, it wasn’t really my camp, it was some other camp,...
i’m pretty sure i could eat noah’s bagels for every single meal.
but on an up note, tailor made and new york are definitely engaged. please be pregnant. please.
fuck everyone who has ever attended long beach wilson high ever. fuck new years parties. fuck my camera, wallet, phone, keys, and really really cute new purse being fucking gone forever. but kudos on my ability to act slightly sober in front of my parents, and even cancel my debit card at two am. but still. fuck.