Dear Man Across the Street,
Stop bumping Persian music. Please. It’s 4 a.m. and you’ve played that CD five times now. If I hear another Andy song (yes, I know who he is), I’m telling one of my crazy ass cousins and you best believe that they will carve your ass up real nice.
1. I didn’t use Google, I asked a friend.
2. Why won’t you admit that you were aroused?! Aren’t you human?
For future reference: If you killed me, I’d appreciate it if you sent my remains to my loved ones. Send the upper half of my body to Emmy Rossum and the lower half of my body to Olivia Munn.
1. Ok.
2. No and no.
3. I’ve already got the boxes set out to Rosie O’Donnell’s and Roseanne Barr’s addresses. I’m sure you three will have a mighty sexy time.
You make a very true statement. As cumbersome as they may be, our emotions govern our being.
Also…
Ευχαριστώ. (Thank you in Greek, I think.) :D
1. LOLOL. Yes, that’s how you say it. Let’s all thank Baby J for Google.
2. What the hell do I even say to this video? Why? Besides the obvious, why is he drinking milk? It’s 3:30 a.m., this is looking very asian-scary-movie-ish to me right now. If I see this man in my nightmares…I am killing you, Luis.
Harpy everyone is talking about you in a negative light, even your mind. However the real question is, why would you trust your mind? Now why would you trust the minds of others?
A word of advice for everyone, every birthday after your 21st is lame and depressing.
You’re right, but my mind isn’t a spreadsheet, and neither are my emotions (emoshunz~) I can’t will them to go away just because they’re irrational. But thank you.
Also…
you’re really smart…
juss wanted to say cause you know…
THIS IS HOW I GIVE COMPLIMENTS, YOU WILL TAKE THEM AND YOU WILL ENJOY THEM.
Feeling like people are thinking horrible things about me. I don’t know, I don’t like talking about it because it makes me feel stupid for not finding my way out of my own head. I felt taller today, and not in a good way especially for someone like me who towers over most males. Mostly in an awkward way, kinda like how I used to feel in elementary/middle school.
My birthday was lame/depressing (grandpa died last year a day before). So we had to go to the cemetery and blah, blah, blah. I’ve been sick ever since the 6th and thus my ass will NOT be going to Music and Psych tomorrow. So that explains why I’m up at 2 a.m. tumblin’ pretty pictures and being a lame-ass in general. Wassup Hollyhoooodddd.
