There’s this lady I know, who acts super tough and tsundere, but actually she secretly is like one of those caramel-filled chocolates. And we dance together in that caramel.
She got drunk with me for the first time, and we spent hours laughing about penises.
And the very first time we met, she expressed that she wanted to get gold-coloured contacts, so she could resemble the Cullens.
And that is a fact I am never going to forget.
True love.
December 2011
November 2011
To study for my sociology exam, I have to listen to a shit ton of Bob Dylan.
For realsies.

Lust: My brain is full of art history right now, so I can only think of my really stupid sexual stories..
Like the time that a really terrible country song came on mid-fucking, and I just couldn’t stop laughing, because it was just this old guy yodeling about dogs and women..
And then I always left the radio off.
Greed: I’m not sure since this is paired with lust, maybe it is supposed to be a sexual greed..
Non-sexy greed: I can never seem to sleep enough. Ever. Always napping all the time.
Sexy-greed: Geekery. Level 100 in sneaking on skyrim? Hello, let me just take my pants off.
Lust: A personal sex story.
Pride: Something that I like about myself.
Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.
Envy: Something I wish I was better at.
Gluttony: One of my favorite foods.
Wrath: Something that gets me angry.
Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.
DISTRACT ME FROM ART HISTORY I THINK MY EYES ARE BLEEDING.
And God said unto Abraham, “Abraham.”
And Abraham replied. “What”
God said to John, “Come forth and receive eternal life.” But John came fifth and won a toaster.
God appeared to Moses in the form of a burning bush.
Moses said, “Man, I shouldn’t’ve laid pipes unto Rebekah last night.”
There’s a guy playing Limbo (The.. videogame. Not.. the thing with the pole) next to me on the train.
The fine art of screenwatching someone, while trying to remain unnoticed.
I am not really subtle.
I think I am maybe just creepy.

THIS SEEMS LEGIT.
Generic blog post of the day:
I’m painting on my tshirt because it is too plain and desires a painting.
I am just hoping it doesn’t fuck everything up.
