January 2010
10 posts
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December 2009
67 posts
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Been waiting all week to go to Dreamworld with my family…
Monday it was raining.
Tuesday it was raining.
Wednesday was a beautiful day yet the only day throughout the week that my auntie would be working.
Today is another beautiful day, but now my auntie is sick! (Get well soon…but screw you!)
And we can’t go tomorrow because rides + a hangover don’t mix.
Sucks only...
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The Office -
Michael: Do I look like I am joking?
Dwight: No. But that's sometimes part of it.
Michael: If I were joking you would be laughing. Do you look like you are laughing?
Dwight: Impossible to say, I can't see myself.
Placebo - Running Up that Hill
The Office -
Dwight: Jim, Jim, Jim. Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim.
Jim: Oh, hey, Dwight.
Dwight: I’m going to be your new boss. It’s my greatest dream come true. Welcome to the Hotel Hell. Check-in time is now. Check-out time is never.
Jim: Does my room have cable?
Dwight: No. And the sheets are made of fire!
Jim: Can I change rooms?
Dwight: Sorry, we’re all booked up. Hell convention in town.
Jim: Can I have a late check-out?
Dwight: I’ll have to talk to the manager.
Jim: You’re not the manager? Even in your own fantasy?
Dwight: I’m the owner. The co-owner. With Satan.
Jim: Okay, just so I understand it. In your wildest fantasy, you are in hell. And you are co-running a bed and breakfast with the devil.
Dwight: Yeah, but I haven’t told you my salary yet.
Jim: Go.
Dwight: $80,000 a year.
Yeah, I wouldn't read all this either...
There are two twisted sides to my life that mock my head usually on a daily basis. Something just wants to explode from with in me to start living passionately for something with a point/purpose. My newest obsession is to wake up tomorrow in a casual morning about 5 years in the future with the career I secretly was always capable of achieving, in my loft apartment which is of course exactly the...
“There are little kids in Africa who would cream in their panties to have these...”
– My mum
With the trustworthy help of Dr. Google and his kind nurse Yahoo! Answers, I just self diagnosed myself on the matter of why I’m so emotional lately. Apparently, I am pregnant. So I must be asexual or something, right? AWESOME.
Chris says (7:29 PM): *why are you single?
To me, this is the most pathetic excuse for a question. And in result of that, I get really angry when people ask me this. Don’t ask me, or you’ll never have the chance to father a child, ever.
I’ve been too emotional lately. I’ve cried over nearly every movie I have seen within the past 2 weeks. Hell, I even cried in the previews for a movie whilst watching another movie. There is no real reason why that I can think of, but I hired out Zac Effron’s ‘17 Again’ in hope that I can go back to my old people-hating self. If anyone can do that, sure as hell is Zac...
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drivebyriots:
hahahahahahahaha. what’s funny is you can tell people who aren’t from australia wrote this. and get like our entire country wrong as well as the way we talk. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA the one about melbourne shuffle. i’m crying :’)
I did like this one though..
Proof that Men Have Better Friends.
sophiamelon:
Friendship among Women:
A woman didn’t come home one night. The next morning
she told her husband that she had slept over at a
friend’s house. The man called his wife’s 10 best
friends. None of them knew anything about it.
Friendship among Men:
A man didn’t come home one night. The next morning he
told his wife that he had slept over at a friend’s
house. The woman called her...
Me: Asparagus makes your pee smell bad
Mum: Who told you that?
Me: The internetz
Mum: Oh yeah, so you look up asparagus makes your pee smell bad. You sick puppy.
Me: Well actually someone linked me
Mum: ...
Me: :(
Me: ...I love you mum
Mum: You were an accident
Kidding about the last 2 bits, she loves me ^-^
@megsmith
drivebyriots:
welcome 69th follower.
yes, i am that immature tonight.
but i’m not usually (:
point is, hi
hahah, hello. I must admit I saw the post about it and hoped it would be me :P
“I think there is some sort of sieve in my mind that prohibits the rapid (let alone simultaneous) transference of my thoughts into speech. Like one of those mesh drain guards in a bathtub, there is something that prevents my thoughts from leaving my mind, and so they collect, like those nasty damp coils of hair stuck to the mesh, and have to forcibly be removed. For everyone knows things are...
