May 2013
15 posts
The fact that none of my eggs have been fertilized yet doesn’t make me less of a mother.
I bleed for humanity every month, I am always one sperm cell away of being a mother.
Tomorrow I’ll celebrate that.
I’ve got to paint a long board for a friend, he’s paying me ten bucks. Dick. But I’m fine with it. Until he asks me everyday if it’s done yet. OF COURSE ITS NOT DONE YET! my friend told me I should tell him this: “I charge twenty for hurried shit jobs, if you’d like that.” You can’t hurry great art bro.
October 2012
5 posts
You’re stuck in a classroom with this bitchy girl you can’t stand, and a boy who goes for the bitchy girl(because guys just do that for some reason) and the whole time he’s flirting with her, she’s sending back bitchy comments. But, of course, you’ve been there, done that, so you know exactly what’s going on. She’s “playing hard to get”; and it’s really pissing you off. But you grin and bear it. You really want to jump up from your seat and yell, “Dude! she knows you like her, and she’s obviously interested! Is it really that hard? and you—” this is where you turn to the girl, “Stop being a bitch! He already knows you like him, and you’re just wasting time by playing this game! Get over yourself! And get together or something, because you’re pissing me off!!”
But, of course, you say nothing.
the appropriate response: I say nothing…..” —RICE
