February 2012
2 posts
January 2012
2 posts
December 2011
4 posts
i am
I am Japanese and damn proud of it.
I am an American and damn proud of it. (Most of the time.)
I am a member of CSA and damn proud of it.
Hell yeah.
Keep on keepin' on
Shit happens. Some more shit happens. You grieve. You recover. You move on.
At least, that’s how I look at it.
November 2011
12 posts
ahhh… having a girlfriend is pretty damn cool.
ew.
who the hell? who the hell sat at my desk and used my nail clippers? your toe nails stank. why the hell are they brown? can’t you have the decency not to leave your nasty ass shit on my desk? i usually wouldn’t be this mad, but i found a stray clipping on my desk. i had to touch it with my hands. now i have to sanitize them. ass. who does that? learn some fucking hygiene. trust...
clean
So we cleaned the living room today. Most of us at least Moved a “new” leather couch in . Reorganized the cords. Vacuumed the floor. CSA house is refreshed ready to roll. Leggo.
zany
It’s the only word to describe you. I looked up the definition to be sure. I was disappointed that it was less than flattering. That’s not MY definition of it. That’s not what you are to me.
More like… More like this word encompasses all that you are. All those little things. The quirky squeaks you make when you sleep. The subtly sweet smell of your neck. The...
WWWWWWOOOOWWW
I am HAPPI BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.
October 2011
3 posts
Perhaps
Maybe I should start blogging again. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.
February 2011
1 post
July 2010
5 posts
June 2010
20 posts
Who knew
A new survey from the UK’s Kwik-Fit chain of repair shops apparently proves once and for all that men like it cooler in the car than women. Astonishing, we know. What’s more, men and women – drum roll, please –argue over the temperature inside the car. Knock us over with a feather. In fact, nearly half of all survey respondents admit to fighting over the HVAC knobs in their cars. One...
morsmordre: Im a fucking Genius →
Wake up in the morning feeling like Ron Weasley
Grab my Cleansweep, I’m out the door I’m gonna hit this city Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of firewhiskey Cause when I leave for the night im doing something risky I’m talking – freckles on my nose, nose Dirt on all my clothes,…
Uhm. I don’t know what to say about this. I’m literally speechless.
May 2010
18 posts