Don’t try to trick me, Sam Elliot, I know your voice when I hear it.
She’s making all the boys buy her drinks. THE WAY IT SHOULD BE.
I’ve had so many root beers…(I’m the DD).
|—||Found on facebook, and also my new life motto.|
The tree outside my bedroom window that is evidently full of nests crammed with baby birds makes me want to get a cat to stop the cacophony of screeching but that seems like a mean-spirited thing to do and besides I’m more of a dog person so I guess that says a lot about my mental state at the moment that I’d rather let nature take it’s course than close my window even though it’s super hot inside.
Maybe a dog that climbs trees. Or a lion.
And just as I’m thinking, “Hey, maybe Lisa disappeared like all those people in The Leftovers; Six Feet Under is like a prequel to the Leftovers,” the crazy bagel-disappearing sheriff shows up! Only he has a French horn and feeds stray cats… Okay, so maybe it IS the same crazy character…
I’ve always wanted a really big tattoo on my outer thigh. Not just any tattoo. I want a really well-done zombie head. Not like a cutesy Plants vs. Zombies zombie head. I want a disgusting, bloody, open-wound, dripping blood, skin peeling, bones showing, severed zombie head. Something that people look at and get that look on their face, like, “This is so disgusting, I think I’m going to vomit.” That’s what I want. I want something on the outside to show how I feel sometimes on the inside.
I’m obviously in a transitionary period in my life. New job, new car, new relationship possibilities, the start of my career right around the corner. I feel a little gross inside. I obviously can’t afford it right now, but my birthday is right around the corner, right?
As gross as I sometimes feel on the inside, I still can’t crush my optimism.