March 2012
14 posts
What is our deal with not wanting to tell anyone (even our cats) who we like? It’s like out of fear if we speak of such a thing, the asshat Zeus will come down and strike cupid in the face who was floating around your head in his skimpies, chilling, trying to aim properly at that person you fancy. All because you told someone, you killed cupid. Not Zeus. You.
I guess it’s a lot of pressure when...
February 2012
6 posts
You know those days where you just crawl into your room, barely make it on to the bed so you’re half way off, one shoe still on, and you’ve just had e-fucking-nough?
You’ve fought the entire day and when it comes to fighting with your clothes to get off your fucking body you’re just like, “YOU KNOW WHAT PANTS, STAY ON YOU BUTTONED BASTARD, I DON’T GIVE A SHIT, I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE...
