my nailpolish is taking too long to dry i should have studied more my new pe teacher is okay “GOSPEL TRAIN IS COMING, HERE THE WHISTLE BLOW IF YOU THINK YOU’RE READY, IT’S ALMOST TIME TO GO!”
smosh
So once upon a time I bought some bacon and he said his name was Frank and I told him I really liked bacon and I didn’t think our friendship would last very long. This made Frank very upset but I didn’t give two shits and ate him up anyway. I met another dude he was soap, and he went by Charles. I hated Charles so I threw him in the shower and watched bits of him come apart and go down the drain. hi.
So i’m supposed to type without thinking um typing without hinking pie jesus god i can’t wait for shiloh’s generation to progress why is it going so slowly but i guess that’s my fault i have to pee i have to pee i have to peeeeee
I’m trying to decide what book idea I want to write first. Because I have so many ideas. But I want to see what my writing style is before I write my favorite idea, and create it into a series.
Oh, but for a draught of vintage that hath cooled by the river’s cold embrace, and that which does not lie makes a man yearn for the angel’s wayside. Ever so lightly, the male is cast down, his yoke becoming filial peasantry to his mother’s churlish grounds. And for the father - he takes up his wine and fencing.
The side panels of my dash are blue. I like blue. Da ba dee da be die god that was some poor CGI right there. I’m also hungry, blue and hungry. Blue cheese. I hanker for a hunk of cheese. Dairy. Cows. Moo moo bells. Yo listen up here’s the story, about a little cow that lives in a dairy farm. And all day and all night and everything he sees if just blue, like cheese. Why do I know the lyrics. Where is the nearest brick, I need to beat them out.
So I have a lot of porn in my folders. Not acceptable vanilla porn either i have some pretty kinky shit and I’m really scared that one day the government is going to find me and be like you were a pervert when you were a teenager and I’ll be like nooooooooo and I’ll never get a decent job or get into college I’ll just be stuck working in sex shops in bad parts of town with skeevy old men giving me their number and it will kill me inside and then one day I’ll end up going on a violent rampage screaming about bad porno movies and how i can’t take it anymore and then at my funeral my parents will be there shaking their heads and some random porn producers and illustrators and fanfic writers and shit will be there saying “Julia, she really loved her porn” and then that will be continuously spray-painted on my grave and the civic people will try to wash it off but not really well because they don’t give a fuck and it’ll keep happening anyway so in a few years it’ll just be this rainbow of spray paint and maybe eventually when civilization has ended and aliens come they’ll see my grave and be like oh she must’ve been a productive member of society for them to give her such a pretty marker but no it was because i was a pervert.
Yes.
This is what my brain is like.
(Source: effyeahpegasister)
