this chapter has graduated to being called “Hey, Dude” and it is OUTRAGEOUS. MORE WINE.
"I get it, you’ve been this way your whole life. Ever since you started wearing Superman underwear, and then graduated to Superman boxers, and then graduated to old and ratty Superman boxers, you’ve been told…
Here’s a quick lifehack for any visitors to New York. If you’ve heard or read that something is “the best” and “most popular” restaurant in New York, don’t wait til 4 hours before to try to get a reservation for a group of 8 and then blame me when they’re fully booked for the entire week.
i’m seeing a lot of people reblogging suicide hotlines and this is just a reminder that this is a suicide help line that works like a text-based instant messenger for people who may need to talk to someone but have trouble/are uncomfortable making phone calls
What is up with people for whom going out on a Friday or Saturday night actually means going out to a pub to eat something amazing and drink moderately? Going out on a Friday or Saturday night should mean going somewhere to dance and drink just enough to make you not care that you have two left legs!
I need new friends. Or just friends. Haha. But it’s so hard to get through the initial phase of getting to know each other without me backing out because someone talks too much about stuff I either do not care about at all or have an extremely different opinion about.
Whining over. Time to go make pasta! :D
Yo seriously fuck instagram FUCK facebook. Tumblr is the ONLY place I can go on that actually makes me happy and not pissed off at people and the world. Like whats the point of having friends on fb and followers on ig like it’s all worthless. I feel more connected to strangers on here than people…
I got a crush on someone!…
You do not understand! - I have nearly forgotten how it feels!
Takes me back to the time I had a crush on a guy I was taking the morning bus with while I was studying..
I would get on the bus and he’d be there already, looking sharp and cute and godlike…listening to music. He was always standing, never saw him sit down. He’d get off the bus one stop before I did. I never talked with him.
I am quite sure I’m headed for a similar story with this guy as well. It’s not a bad thing. I never had trouble getting up in the morning to catch my bus. The only difference is we have each other on facebook (I finally gathered enough courage to add him a few weeks ago). …Now I am suffering because I can’t like all the photos of him on there because so few people are liking them - I don’t want to be found out, hahahaha :p
Huh.. Hope? Does anyone else wish tomorrow would never come… Like after they go to bed too late and know they have responsibilities again too early in the morning…`?
London flight is waiting tomorrow morning. And it’s time for the kids to come back home for school so it’ll be a kindergarten… Hope..hmpf..