February 2011
January 2011
tony done just wrote his name
aw hell.
My friends have gotten me addicted to Skins, and I’m slowly passing on the addiction to my roommate, Amber. It’s so easy to fall deeply in love with…
I need to make worse decisions.
This paper is entirely less interesting than it would be if I made a lot of really stupid decisions.
Honestly, the worst decision I can think of at the moment is that one time in kindergarten when I stole the bunny bead from my after school program.
I know there’s got to be something way better. Does anyone remember me doing something worse than that?
“Well, I wouldn’t pay for a dead hooker.”
– Sydney (via ohsinkme)
New Release
Hipsters. Kill them with fire.
adventures in the burrow: round two
*dody and Allison walk in the room*
Allison: Marco?
me: Polo!
Allison: Sydney? Oh wow, I haven’t seen you all day!
me: Yeah, I just got back like half a—-
dody: *bursting in my room* We just went to Wal-Mart. I wanted fortune cookies.
-Fact: Fortune cookies totally legitimize impulsive Wal-Mart trips-
recess don't last foeva.
it don’t. in case you was wonderin, it don’t.
Also, holy effity eff. Why is everything so dramatic all of the sudden? I’m just gonna sit over here with my grapefruit and work on my CRTW paper about bad decisions, which several outside sources would say that I have more than enough to write about in light of recent events. I, however, disagree…for whatever that’s...
missed it again!
For those who don’t know, 12:34 is my favorite time of day and I always celebrate it. Always. (At least when I remember….)
But lately, I’ve been too distracted and I think I might have sang about it once in the past week.
This is how it goes:
-Look at the clock at 12:29.
-Note that I have 5 minutes.
-At 12:31, remind myself that I have 4 minutes.
-At 12:32, remind myself...
and even after all of that
I still don’t know what the hell I think.
Story of an Afro: Part Two
*Faint strains of “We’re Taking the Hobbits To Isengard” are heard emanating from the Black Man’s Large Afro*
Bystander: Good Heavens, man! Do you hear that? Something sounding distinctly like music is radiating from your head! What the devil is going on in there?
Black Man with Large Afro: Middle Earth.
-Fact: In all Afros, the Fellowship are taking the Hobbits to...
a list of really good things that happened today
-I got to sleep in.
-I’m actually getting good at this millinery stuff and made a really fantastic hat today. It even got the Janet smile of pride and my heart exploded.
-I really love most of the cast of Country Wife and their silliness makes my day so much better.
-Yes. You are a dirty freaking hipster. Get over it. And stop mispronouncing “Sufjan”. I will cut you.
...
The Story of An Afro
*Black man with a large afro twitches*
Bystander: Good heavens, man! What the devil is wrong with you?
Black man: Middle Earth.
-Fact: All Afros contain Middle Earth.-
Sometimes when I type my name too fast, I type “std” instead of “syd” and sometimes it takes a long time to notice…
sho nuff
Peter: Pretty much.
Rule 1 of theater is don’t date actors.
Rule 2 is you WILL break rule 1
Rule 3 deals with when you break 1. it hasn’t been written yet
Sydney: Actually, I think “Don’t suck” is appropriate here…
a thousand times yes!
emmersonjo:
diagnonsense:
facethedawn-:
omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg
ahhahhahahahhahahhahahahhhahahahhahhhahahahahahhahahahahahah
today will be grand
I woke up with Dog Days are Over in my head and a beautiful sky out the window. Yes, I think today has potential.
thoughts while on my period
thewhitestripedmary:
skatieb:
ow
my vagina is falling off
wow this is dumb
wow there goes a pair of my cutest underwear
im going to kill myself
why wasnt i born a boy
why was i born
omg i bled through didnt i
i hate all of you
aw cute i woke up in a pool of my own blood
at least im not pregnant
TMI, yes.
but SO MUCH TRUTH.
2 tags
my roommate
Me: *type type type ima tumblin fool type type type*
dody: (suddenly appears in door) HEY.
Me: Hi.
dody: We’re going to Wal-Mart. I want the Sims.
The Sims is a perfectly legitimate reason to spontaneously high-tail it to Wal-Mart. Always.
well now would be a good time for a nap
But I, as usual, find better things to do.
Sleep when you’re dead.
anyone still awake in tumblrland
should send me a picture (or sound) that exemplifies JOY.
Please and thank you!
looking at my bank statement totally merits this...
SHIT. ON. THIS. DICK.
Payday needs to happen yesterday.
It's 11:00 on a Tuesday night... →
ask me things!