December 2011
You are everything you say you hate.
Ain’t you done bitchin yet?
One week exactly until I get on a plane to Portland.
I feel like this break was happening in Sims time. Days passed, but they only felt like seconds.
I forgot how much I missed my friends. And family. And dogs. And kitty. And car. And bed. And shower.
Meh.
“Volcano. Noun. What up in my ass when I indulge in acid tacos.”
– The combined stupidity of Eric, Erin, and me. (via juneballs)
Tomorrow I am going to Six Flags with my bestfriends for my birthday.
So excited.
"They write songs about girls like you."
It's Christmas.
And it’s hella hot outside.
June does stuff: Strangest Dream... but everything... →
juneballs:
It involved (in this order):
“Uncharted 3”-esque experience of adventuring.
Rumored stage of finding the Shore North of Napoli.
Lumpy Space Princess as the adventurer going through the stage.
Stage turns into Cruise Ship after saying, “I wish Airplanes could be like cruise ships.”
Cruise…
Beca has never had the chicken pox.
I’m going to give them to her for Christmas.
inacakester:
Beyonce - Love On Top
brittneymf:
Only Wanna Give It To You - Elle...
