8 Nov 2009 29 notes

hunsonisgroovy:

I just checked my email and got this in my Wufoo and here’s my response:

Don’t tell me to keep my posts clean. 
I can bitch about whatever I want. 
If you don’t like it, than don’t follow me. It wouldn’t matter if I have 0 followers, I will still post whatever I want. 

My Blog. Not Yours.

buuuuuurrnnnnn

hunsonisgroovy:

I just checked my email and got this in my Wufoo and here’s my response:

  1. Don’t tell me to keep my posts clean.
  2. I can bitch about whatever I want.
  3. If you don’t like it, than don’t follow me. It wouldn’t matter if I have 0 followers, I will still post whatever I want.

My Blog. Not Yours.

buuuuuurrnnnnn

8 Nov 2009 9 notes

Finally cleaned up my room. This weekend can fuckin’ suck it.

Finally cleaned up my room. This weekend can fuckin’ suck it.

8 Nov 2009 4 notes

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Nine Inch Nails - Every Day Is Exactly The Same

8 Nov 2009 1 note

Watching nowwwww

Watching nowwwww

8 Nov 2009 2 notes

Today is a Thelma and Louise kinda day.

8 Nov 2009 9 notes

Head Bitch In Charge, FYI

Head Bitch In Charge, FYI

8 Nov 2009 2 notes

  • issa: oh that Mexican guy winked at me on okcupid
  • me: i told you he'd hit on you again
  • me: IM FUCKING PSYCHIC
  • issa: no you arent
  • issa: haha
  • issa: shutup
  • issa: ITS FINE
  • issa: theres nothing going on
  • me: oh god, im going to have to beat his mexican ass, arent i
  • issa: no you arent
  • issa: WHY WOULD YOU?
  • me: WILL I HAVE TO SCALP HIM AND HANG IT ON OUR DOOR?
  • issa: hahahah
  • issa: .......
  • issa: why
  • me: TO WARD OFF OTHER MEXICANS

8 Nov 2009 4 notes

Wednesday Addams smiling.
Be afraid.

Wednesday Addams smiling.

Be afraid.

8 Nov 2009 44 notes

This was taken by my friend who graciously let me stay with him after I got robbed last night. Yes, I am clutching a stuffed giraffe.

This was taken by my friend who graciously let me stay with him after I got robbed last night. Yes, I am clutching a stuffed giraffe.

8 Nov 2009 5 notes

Morticia is fierce

  • Morticia: You have gone too far. You have married Fester. You have destroyed his spirit. You have taken him from us. All that I could forgive. But, Debbie...
  • Debbie: What?
  • Morticia: *looking at the hideously normal decor* Pastels?
  • Debbie: Get out of my house!