February 2011
Tumblr is being a douche.
Okay so I promised myself once that I would post more each month than then month before. I had 137 last month and wanted to beat that. I was out of the country though for half of January so it was going to be hard. Today I reached 137 (this is going to be 138) and JUST IN TIME because there’s still a few hours of January left.
However, Tumblr decided to archive my 12 most recent posts as...
I want you
to ask me something, tell me something, entertain me with something;
IN MY ASK BOX please :)
“Guys don’t know how to handle women. That’s why the lesbian rate is...”
– Snookie
Drool.
There are so many donuts and cookies around me right now. I want to eat it all. I want to eat it then drink some chocolate milk.
“I’ve been an environmentally friendly individual for a long time now. I...”
– anonymous
Fuck bandwidth.
The University Of Toronto has take the liberty to slow down my internet connection because I’ve been downloading too much shit. How is that fair? I want to watch Jersey fucking Shore without stutters and pauses every two seconds, damn it.
Facebook.
Sometimes Facebook lies to me and tells me I have new notifications on new messages… But I don’t. Don’t you start lying to me, Facebook! Aside from Tumblr, you’re the only stable relationship I have in my life right now.
Your eyes speak to me louder than words ever can.
If you consider these women "Plus sized" there is...
January 2011
“No one should underestimate themselves. The second you start believing you...”
– savingmywrites.tumblr.com
Eating.
Currently sitting her eating some delicious mild cheddar cheese. I need something to put it on but im sick of bread. I have apples in my fridge. Damn straight I’m about to get me some apple slices and cheese.
“Do you. I’m gonna do me. Stay out of my business.”
– Jersey Shore
Sometimes...
I forget that the people reading my tumblr are real.
Maybe you should ask me a question in my ask box to remind me….
“You can’t expect everything to be the same when everyone’s changed.”
– http://savingmywrites.tumblr.com
Not that kind of girl.
It’s ridiculous how many guys out there are just looking to get a piece of ass. It’s even more ridiculous how many girls are willing to do that. I’ve had my slip ups, I’ve had my nights, but in the end I’d like to believe that I’m not that kind of girl.
Dear douchebag at random clubs checking out girls because they’re drunk,
One day, when you meet the...
That awkward moment when
you’re at a friend’s house and go to the washroom to pee but realize you actually have to poo.
Dreaming.
It’s only in my dreams that I see you by my side, When I sleep that I see you looking in my eyes, In my imagination that I know that I can hold you, when I hope that what you tell me is the truth.
Oh Honey.
There is nothing more elegant than the feel of your tongue pushing on a fluffy Honey Cruller inside your mouth and preparing for the best tasting donut in the world.
Sandwich.
I’m pretty sure that my favourite sandwich in the world is officially a good turkey and cheese on multigrain brain, toasted just long enough to melt the cheese all over that smooth delicious turkey. And please, make it dark meat because we all know that’s where the flavour is. mmmmmmm I’m drooling just a little bit <3
Confused.
I objectively know how I feel but I subjectively don’t want to feel that way. I’m in disagreement with myself and I can’t figure out a way to solve this dilemma. If what you’re gut feeling is telling you is always right, how am I representing two opposite viewpoints right now?
Debit.
I went to Metro today and wanted to pay with my debit card and my card got decline. I know for a fact there’s almost $1000 on my account… and I just double checked. I remember having a weekly limit of $500 and a daily limit of $250. I haven’t reached any of these limits. What the fuck is going on?!
“The hatred you’re carrying is a live coal in your heart - far more...”
– Lawana Blackwell
Texts from last night.
I had a fabulous time last night. I was working until midnight and was feeling bummed and shitty to be honest. I called my friend to rant and complain, but when she picked up, she seemed to be with lots of people and probably a bit tipsy. I didn’t want to bring her down so instead I asked her to lift me up. I invited myself out with her and her friends who I did’t know and we had an...
“You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.”
– Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)
“What is written without effort is in general read without pleasure.”
– Samuel Johnson (1709 - 1784)
Takes some getting used to.
Any time anyone was overly cute with me in the past, it made me feel nauseous. Any time I thought of romance and the notion of togetherness, I got a little scared.
I still get nauseous, but now it’s in a good way; The butterflies in my stomach kind. Now I get a little nervous and maybe a little terrified, but that’s only because I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into.
...
dad-isms asked: Ha! I read your response and understand where you are coming from. If I wanted to get 25k followers, writing cutesy non-controversial little sayings, motivational words, or life lessons expressed in a pc way, yes, I believe I could but that's not my goal. This was started the day my daughter was born and over the years I have compiled note after note about things I have learned in life so...
“You can’t make the same mistake twice; the second time you make it,...”
Exhausted.
Have you ever realized how ridiculously hard excel makes shit? A simple graph shouldn’t be this hard. Maybe I’m just stupid. Seriously though, they need a customer trial to debug all the shit that us normal university students find hard to do.
Augh. I’m back to ranting on tumblr by the way.
Lost self.
In an attempt to avoid being a hypocrite, some choose to hide their true feelings and beliefs on social abnormality simply because they had once approved of an action.
I wish it was as easy to change your moral values as it is to change your outfit in the morning.
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
Niloo: I haven't had a Brazilian in like a month and a half.
Anonymous friend (AKA P-Humps): Why? Do you frequently date Brazilians??
Too much Information.
I blame all my emotions on my fucking vagina. I hate being a girl around that time of the month. I get moody and don’t know why. I wanna cry and don’t have a reason. I laugh uncontrollably and then start wondering why the world is round.
Oh and I also want to eat anything and everything in sight. Which is making fireball body prep HARD as fuck.
Take me to this place so I can relax.