January 2011
December 2010
Had to.
Do haters hate haters? And if so, does that mean they hate themselves? And going further, what if they hate people who hate themselves?
I don't get it.
Why do people feel the need to tell EVERYONE on social networks that they’re smoking weed or doing drugs?
“Smoking some dope herb!”
“Up in the cloudssss.”
“Bud sesh.”
Really? That’s awesome, cause your future or present boss definitely might not be able to check out your wall or anything.
And, you know, every fucking human being totally cares...
Hangin’ out with Kerry.
I don't regret it.
Way to prove you have no life:
See Britney Spears on How I Met Your Mother.
1.) Wonder if that’s her real hair, a wig, or extensions.
2.) Google when she shaved her head.
3.) Google the average hair growth per year.
4.) Multiply average hair growth in a year X years since baldness.
5.) Guesstimate how long her hair is.
6.) JUST THEN realize what a complete waste of time that was and confidently conclude, I will be...
I think I’m going to make a video about my search for my biological mom/sister. Mainly so if I do find them, they can see what I went through to find them, but maybe other people who were adopted and wonder about their biological family will become motivated to maybe one day do the same..? Maybe?
All I know, is I’m ready to find them. The only thing I’m worried about is hurting...
On New Years Eve, I want you to kiss me at 11:59...
But wait, I am
I’ve said the things I’ve needed to say.
The day will come when there’s no memory left of me at all, there’s not even a single picture.
And the sky lost the moon.
