February 2012
rubiesncupcakes replied to your photo: I can’t even sit properly due to my old lady back…
You and your old lady back problems… “I can’t take your bunk because your old lady back problems will come if you climb and you won’t want to be my friend anymore!”
Bahahaha! While we were sitting on the sidewalk and you were drunk out of your mind. One of our best moments. Bola-bola problems!
lauraenna replied to your post: It’s Ash Wednesday, so I’m not allowed to eat meat…
i bought a large filet of fish meal on my way home from school. i’m glad that even though i haven’t seen you in awhile we still celebrate the joys of being fat together from afar.
Being fat is in the genes. We think alike, food-wise. We truly are family.
rubiesncupcakes replied to your post: It’s Ash Wednesday, so I’m not allowed to eat meat…
DAT AIN’T MEAT.
DDDDAT AIN’T MEAT.
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It’s Ash Wednesday, so I’m not allowed to eat meat today. Know what I’m doing? I’m waiting until midnight so I can eat chicken. Food is the love of my life.
postnforget replied to your photo: If I want to wear Uggs and shorts, I WILL wear…
uggs are ugly enough on their own, sorry brenda but i have to go with the hipsters on this one
Gay.
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I was secretly recording my mom singing at the top of her lungs and dancing to Billy Joel, but she caught me, fought me for my phone and deleted it. I wanted to put it on Tumblr! I laughed so hard, I cried. Oh lord.
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The All Time Low fanbase is one of the worst. Actually, I think they are the worst.
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I don’t understand what’s so fucking bad about putting something you saw on Tumblr on Facebook. In that case, stop writing lyrics in your status, since you took it from somewhere else. Stop writing quotes in your status, since that’s the same thing too. Might as well keep your thoughts to yourself as well, because how dare you share ANYTHING on your Facebook status.
Shut up,...
Roses are red
Violets ar-
Tate: VVVIIIIOOOLLLEEETTT
Getting shitty grades. Then I plan to take the final, and will probably get a shitty grade. Go to Vegas, and come back to deal with everything and face reality. It sounds like a plan. I’m going to die (by my parents’ hands or by my own) anyway, so I might as well go out with a bang.