- Killer: Turn down that dark road.
- Rapist: I was planning on it.
YOU A LITTLE STUPID BITCH. FRONT LAWN. GNOME.
GIMME SOME MOTHA FUCKIN HEAD. DOME.
THIS SHIT WASN’T BUILT IN A DAY. ROME.
I’M REAL ASS SHIT AND YOU STYRA. FOAM.
YOUR INTERNET EXPLORER AND I’M GOOGLE. CHROME.
DAMN, I’M IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN’ HOUSE. HOME.
SHOUTING INSULTS THEN PUTTING RANDOM WORDS AT THE END OF EACH SENTENCE MEANS I HAVE TALENT. PIGEON.
He can live in my pocket and live off biscuit (cookie) crumbs and tea.
And I can take him out in times of stress or when I need something sweary.
I need to know who wants to exchange holiday cards with me. If you’d like one from me, please email, FB message me, or text me THIS WEEK so I can order enough from the printer.
Update: need to leave for work in 11 minutes, still in bed and updating tumblr from my phone instead of attempting to get dressed. #thisismylife
Need to leave for work in 13 minutes. Still in bed. #thisismylife
The 9th doctor is and always will be MY doctor, as he was the first exposure I had to the Whoniverse. I’m rather partial to 10 though. Matt Smith has yet to sell me. I like him, but I don’t know if he’s quite “The Doctor” for me.
I think i may have posted a pic at some point? I’ll post something soonish. Working on a new Thanksgiving hat/fascinator, so I’ll have a reason to cam whore soon anyways.
To anyone else reading this: follow this guy, my Tumblr totally has a crush on his.
In the great mystery that is life, I’ve come to this very simple conclusion:
No one deserves anything. Ever.
Good, bad, indifferent, nothing is deserved. It’s a matter of what you’re willing to fight for. What you’re willing to go after. You don’t deserve that raise any more than your ancestor deserved to get eaten by that bear. He got eaten because he didn’t pay attention (poor old great-great-grand-uncle Bob). If you don’t have the tools to accomplish what you need to accomplish, you need to acquire them. There’s no excuse for you to be where you are, lamenting about the dish life has served to you when you are fully capable of getting up and grabbing whatever the fuck you want.
Honestly, I know far to many people that throw up their hands and accept what they have. I used to be one of them. “What’s meant to be is meant to be.” That’s not the case. There is never just one answer to any problem of life. If you can’t reach your goal one way, get to it another. And then try another. And another.
On the flip side, sitting around in wonderment as to what you did to deserve some windfall, you are just as full of shit. There is no fate. There is no grand plan. There is YOU, and what you have grabbed from life.
The irony of this is that this song has gotten me through so many hard times, and it’s just NOW that I fucking get it.
Life has happy, and sad. We’re lucky enough to get both, if we want it. If we’re willing to wake up every morning and fucking FIGHT for this shit. The act of survival has gotten so easy for us in the first world, so fucking easy, that we’re left wallowing in ennui. I don’t have to spend my entire day grubbing about for twigs and berries in order to live. I can drag leftovers out of the fridge or pay a burger jockey to make me food. Thing is, life isn’t meant to be so easy, and if you don’t have SOMETHING to fight for, you won’t be happy because you’re not fulfilled. All of the emptiness you feel, the lonliness, the stress, the unhappiness, it’s because you’re doing it wrong.
You don’t HAVE to go to work, you GET to go to work, and what’s more, you get to kick your jobs ass. Don’t like your job, fight for a new one. Aren’t happy in your relationship? Figure out why and fix it, or throw it away and find a new one. Your goal should never be “How am I going to stick to X?” It should be “How am I going to kill this mastadon of doubt and achieve my dream.”
Look, this is a huge concept that’s kind of hard to explain, so I’ll leave you with this:
TL;DR: You are the only thing that is needed to make your life work. If you aren’t getting what you want, change your strategy. Throw away the doubts, feelings, habits, belongings, jobs, and people that make you hate your life. Trim off all the fat till you’re a lean, mean, life-loving machine, and you’ll be REALLY winning, not Charlie Sheen winning.
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