December 2010
40 posts
And I think there’s a reason At least there’s a sign And all that we call chaos I will say it’s by design But I’m just lying
Watchfuckyeah1980s:
Wham - “Last Christmas”
(via vktrs)
Devaney, Please Come Home Soon.
I know Bean Town is great and all, but I NEED MY BEST FRIEND! Mucho BFFF time is already planned. Just get your ass home and try not to get snowed in or anything.
The Pleasures of Imagination →
“I believe that if, at the end of it all, according to our abilities, we have...”
– Roger Ebert (via psychotherapy)
“Can miles truly separate you from friends… If you want to be with someone you...”
– Richard Bach (via quote-book)
That look you give your friends when someone...
bridgettepitchford:
ERRR DAY….2-1…2-1 HAND SIGNAL RACHEL…YOU KNOW WHAT’S UP
2-1! Um, today I decided to 1. Not shower 2. Not wear make-up. 3. Not give a fuck. 4. Nate walks in.
5. Me= “DAMMIT.”
Yes, I unintentionally showed up for work early. And yes, I did finish my paper not too long ago in the back room while sipping on my much needed dose of caffeine for the day. Officially DONE with school. Not that it was hard, because I took one online class (for lack of direction), but it wasn’t pleasant.
Lists.
1. Go to sleep by 2AM.
2. Wake up by 10AM.
3. Study for Sociology Test.
4. Take test.
5. Eat lunch.
6. Get ready for work.
7. Go to work.
8. Make an obnoxious amount of lattes and hopefully not so many frappuccinos.
9. Ignore creepy old men at all costs; i.e., Neil and Eric.
9. Get off work at 8.
10. Eat dinner.
11. Work on paper until finished.
12. Turn in paper.
13. Pass out until...
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What The Eff?
In a state of delirium, I somehow managed to sing “Doing crystal meth will lift you up until you break,” coherently for the first time ever. Mind fuck.
in the wake of bridgette...
me: did you seriously just post that? isn't it a wee bit incriminating?
bridge: dev, seriously, every girl is going to get shot in the eye eventually.
me: absolutely not. i'd kill the guy who decided it was a good idea.
bridge: just wait until you're in the moment. it kind of... happens.
me: nope. never.
bridge: well, if i had a dick, that'd be the first thing that i'd do. i'd try to make it happen all the time. like a game or something.
me: you're awful. i'm so glad you don't have a penis. end of story.
MY FRIENDS AREN'T NORMAL (that's why they're my friends).
So incredibly lost.
Just when I think I’ve figured out what to do, I end up at a brick wall. Will I ever find something that suites me? Maybe I should just become a stay-at-home-mom or something (first I would have to find a husband, and that’s not happening anytime soon). This is so frustrating! One would think after two and a half years of college, I would find something that sits well in my mind, but...
It's fucking cold, but it's a beautiful night.
I’ve never seen the stars shine so bright. I’ve found myself looking up each night I get home from work to admire the stars.
Lost in a perpetual daydream.
I love when famous people walk into my Starbucks.
Judge Reinhold just walked in. I feel like the biggest creeper. »»Bridgette, I hope you freak out when you read this later.
(I’m obviously studying like I intended).
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Winter.
Oh, joy. It’s that time of year again! My dad now refuses to turn the heater on and tells us all, “Put on some clothes.” Rather than sitting in my room bundled up like an Eskimo, I’m protesting and watching as my fingers turn blue from frostbite (dramatizing a bit). Either way, I end up freezing in my own home, and other times I break into a sweat only to become freezing...
