Absolutely Indecisive
I have curly hair, an intense sense of humor, and a deep rooted belief in the people who surround me.
Yo, you ever been in love?
Me: Would you still love me if I stored cats in my freezer?
Josh: for what reason?
Me: Bc I liked it. They’re already dead, I don’t kill them.
Josh: yes, i would still love you. it’d have to be a separate freezer from the one you kept your food in though
Me: You’re the best. :)
Shit guys.
Sometimes you make friends who will pass a journal back and forth with you well into college and eventually sneak in a USB packed with pictures, videos, music, and writing that will bring you back to how hard you love your friends and life in a BIG way.
And sometimes you won’t even remember to look at that sneaky little USB until 2 years later because you are a forgetful asshole but you’ll look at it and listen to your new music simultaneously and probably cry and smile at the same damn time.
And FINALLY, sometimes your sneaky friend will also happen to be obsessed with the same humans that you are and the USB is packed full of pictures of these people. :)
Thank you Joaquin Urby.
Just spent literally the past 3 FUCKING hours taking pictures of myself petting a fake cat (my real cat is an asshole and wouldn’t sit still) and then analyzing the absolute shit out of every joint movement involved. Started out laughing and typing happily.
NO LONGER.
But seriously how ridiculous is this picture?
I’ve always believed
that there are thousands of people out there for everyone. It’s generally just about timing and placement. Considering this idea, it’s always nice to realize you may have found one of those thousands of people. When your current partner sends you an audio message of a freestyle rap about your guinea pig and asks you to please film a silent video of the animal so he can play his rap in the background….you may experience this particular, “matched,” feeling.
Everyone in my program is so stressed…
And maybe in a few weeks me not giving a fuck is going to bite me in the ass but for the time being? I am feeling just fine. Everyone relax and rejoice in the fact that Facebook just let me change my birth year to 1912.
Peace and love bitches.
I just completed something that I like to call, “The charred butthole challenge.”
Monday you indulge in Moes Monday. For those of you who don’t know, this consists of a burrito, a drink, and as much chips and salsa as you can handle. All for pretty damn cheap.
Tuesday you shove something in your body called, Taco Tuesday at Tijuana Flats. Two tacos, chips, a drink, and a hot sauce bar the size of a canoe.
And finally Wednesday rolls around. Even though Chipotle Mexican Grill doesn’t have any sort of special deal that day, you go anyway because you are nothing but a slave to their salsa and guacamole.
So now all that’s left is Thursday. Charred. Butthole. Thursday. It’s gonna be intense. And totally worth it.
“Ok bring up what you don’t want to talk about. But I still want to talk about. See that’s what pisses me off, I try and it goes nowhere. It’s aggravating. I gotta go get my hair done again. I made a mistake and now it’s all messed up. If I really could I would shave it all off. You have to cut your ends. I won’t cut extra like I usually do. You bring your own or you don’t eat at all. If I had food I would be entertained. But seriously let’s talk about it. It’s on your mind and mine so let’s talk about it. So you’re not gonna talk about it with me? Please? No seriously talk about it. We have no conversation anymore. There never is any so I have to start forcing it. Yes there is I can’t say it. Honesty though? What we were talking about has been on my mind for 2 days now. You really believe I’m using that against you? What can I gain from that? It makes no sense. Are you even listening? I was watching transformers and it kept on coming into my head. And I really think that I shouldn’t expect that from you. Yesterday I got mad cuz you said that. Explain it to me. Yeah but that would be before we started. I had no intention at that time.”
Guys: train conductors always sit me next to the 17 year olds who have inappropriate conversations on the phone with their boyfriends in public. What do I look like to you? 17? Oh I do? ok. :(
A reason to love this world
Driving home from a crazy good Jewish bagel shop I saw a skinny little man with a giant sign on his back that said how great god is and then he turns around and he has a puppet. A fucking human, ventriloquist puppet. The mouth was moving and so was the old man’s and it was fantastic. Gorgeous and fantastic.
So feel good because this man exists.
Guys
This woman next to me on the train is having the most intense conversation with someone on her phone who she is obviously romantically involved with. She’s telling him a story about god sending lifeboats and how he is one of her lifeboats. “I think this may be it. You may be it.” More than a few of us can hear her. Such an intimate conversation. So many of us listening.
