And I realize I’m never gonna quit you over time.
And Kelly Clarkson says it best.
This show is almost over.
Rejoice! Once it’s over, I’ll be able to do that thing. You know. Sleep.
wearebrokenx asked: I'm now following both of your blogs.
In order to sound like a complete idiot, I'm going to end this message in one word:
SWAG.
And in order to be a complete toolbag:
WORD.
This show.
It’s hurting my work hours, it’s killing my social life, my sex life is null and void, and most of all, I don’t remember what sleep is. Never. Ever. EVER again. I wish that I never auditioned.
Dear Republicans:
Here’s what rich people — sorry, I meant “job creators” — are really doing with those generous Bush tax cuts.
They’ll thank you with campaign contributions and premium job posts once you’re done with your terms in Congress.
Meanwhile, thank you, GOP, for your continued raising of middle finger to those of us in the middle and lower classes.
You’re probably flipping us the bird from your window seat on a private plane on the way to day camp.
Love,
The other half
This is bullshit. I hate when people assume all Republicans are rich and greedy. You don’t see the GOP taking pictures of people on welfare smoking crack saying
“Dear Democrats,
Here’s what poor people - sorry, I meant “producing class” are really doing with those generous welfare checks.
They’ll thank you by not voting.
Meanwhile, thank you, democrats, for your continued raising of the middle finger to those who work hard for our money.
You’re probably smoking weed with them anyways.
Love, The other half.
‘Poor people’
‘Generous welfare checks’
I can’t tell if the second quote block author is stupid or just trolling.
**Augusta, Maine. It’s probably forty five minutes from my house.
I nonetheless think
There is nothing wrong with musicians. People are people. It doesn’t fucking matter if you’re a hot drummer guy or an awkward computer nerd. It doesn’t matter if you’re that queer looking emo kid or that incredibly attractive model guy. Or anything, ANYTHING, in between. Everyone gets hurt. Everyone gets fucked over. Everyone. And anyone can do it to you. So stop fucking whining about how “girls overlook guys who are nice” and realize that every single day, millions of great girls end up marrying millions of great guys, and millions of great girls don’t. Likewise, millions of nice guys don’t finish last and millions do. Be the person you want to be, rather than bitching about the person you aren’t.
voices. more voices.
“You’re going to make it. I see a lot of potential for growth.”
It’s not a bad things. I’m not complaining. I’m pretty excited that maybe I’ll climb the quasi corporate ladder and become more. But come on. This is Dunkin fucking Donuts. This isn’t my career.
tick tick tick the clock bludgeons your mind.
There is something almost otherworldly about this.
I feel like the whole world spins around this one person, this one little insignificant fragment of nothing, while the universe spins in the counteractive direction. It’s strange to think of such narcissism. Who the hell could believe that the world, and the battles of humanity, revolve around one single maggot? One single piece of flesh to roam the earth. But I came to the realization that THIS- this is what religion is made of.
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