Friday, August 31, 2012

No room for roommate

I'm sure you're getting sick of looking at my clothes, but I find this hilarious. First day of moving in, this closet is supposed to fit TWO girls. Comfortably.
Hi roommate, nice to meet ya, are you a nudist by chance??

Let's just talk about...

How I have this uncontrollable need to GUSH about this literature class about Fairy Tales...

If you know anything about me, you are not in the least bit surprised that I am taking and loving this class.

My final project is on Beauty and the Beast, for heaven's sake.


School rocks.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

I have a problem.

Someone stop me.
You've been neglected. You're like a sad, starving Ethiopian child, that's how neglected you are.
You're like a homeless paperboy living on the streets of New York City.
You're a wet, scrawny puppy with fleas and tumors.
You're a rusting old Chevy swarming with cats in the yard of a trailer park.
You're so neglected, morning glory is twisting around your body, slowly suffocating you.
You're like a blind person's book shelf and a deaf person's guitar.
You're a 300-pound middle-aged man's treadmill.
And that's neglected. We're talking inches of dust.
You're the wrinkly lingerie of a 68-year-old widow.
You're a college student's vacuum cleaner, a teenage boy's cupcake tin.
You, my friend, are Furby.
And I apologize for that, Blog and non-existent readers.
I suck.