omgomgomg
In N’ Out Burger!
*swoon*
oh and the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf!
*double swoon* sugar free vanilla passion tea latte. yum.
oh! and an honorable mention goes out to Traders Joes who will be supplying me with snacks for the duration of my visit.
whenever i come back from LA my suitcase is packed not with the clothes i bought, (why the fuck would i buy clothes?) but with…yeah that’s right…trail mix. we don’t have Traders Joes here. i really like their trail mix.
And Clarity! Clarity will be there!!!
I'm sorry...
…but I fail to see why Robert Pattinson is so swoon-worthy. He’s ghostly pale, sickly and always looks like he’s drunk. Not that I follow the whole Twilight thing, but I would pick the muscly, healthy guy any day.
You’re so wise. You’re like a miniature Buddha, covered in hair.
You couldn’t resist, could you?
Let's play the compliment game. Reblog and compliment the person you reblogged from.
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you’re not nearly as annoying as you might initially seem.
You’re a straight shooter who doesn’t put up with bullshit. :)
this is what its like to be a freelance writer for a living. goddamit. I WANT STABILITY. A GIRL THAT CAN COOK AND A BULLDOG THAT CAN SKATEBOARD.
right now, i can see why people become monks or just have their brains pop like forks in the microwave and spend the rest of their lives collecting scrap metal. i can totally see how someone could do that. or enjoy CSI. or call Olive Garden a “restaurant”.
seriously, i crave normality. i want it to course through my veins like the first hit of a really good drug. i want to shop at malls, wear sweatpants when i’m “not feeling it”, and only read books they sell at airports. i want to eat salad that is served out of a wooden bowl. i want to learn how to play Bob Marley songs on the guitar just so i can misconstrue them later. but no. while THE ENTIRE REST OF THE WORLD (literally, EVERY SINGLE OTHER PERSON ON THE PLANET) enjoys their desk jobs i’m turning into a ‘Guy At The Bus Stop With Things On His Mind (That He Wants You To Know)’, tearing my goddam hair out trying to shop articles around. guh.
everybody is a whore and we are all dogs with money. until then i’ll be here. god fucking dammit.
This is what happens when you live outside the Matrix, Ned. It’s worth it, though, I promise.
ahh....shoot...
maybe? possibly? you don’t KNOW????
are you high, woman?! like I said, put on that lip gloss and get thee ass to the cute boy. there are only so many to go around, you know.
Yeah….hmmmm….we shall see. He’s in Mexico with his pastor for a few days. And I’m going to be in LA at a conference this weekend. This might take a bit of finagling in the next few weeks to make it happen.
About Me
PRM - "Rage against the prevailing culture."Sometimes we come to a place where we know who we are, and act on it. It takes courage to swim against the flow of what is expected, what is asked, what is required, and do what we know in our hearts is right. I never dressed like a punk or sneered like a punk, but I know there's a little punk rock soul that resides beneath my chest, tapping out a rhythm that I could no longer ignore.
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