cu·ti·cle
noun \ˈkyüt-i-kəl\1: an outer covering layer: as
2: dead or horny epidermis
What a phenomenal waste of a good word. It should have been used to define babies or puppies or small rats. I should make my own dictionary.
Cuticle
when I'm looking at you, you're so beautiful
I feel like my entire being is being crushed like a piece of paper heading for the bin.
I feel like my entire being is being crushed like a piece of paper heading for the bin.
your face
Do you know what a good retort is to
let's see
EVERYTHING.
Your face.
Disbeliever, ok here lets try it:
Mr. Bimbi: This photo looks like it was taken by an amateur.
Coolio: YOUR FACE looks like it was taken by an amateur.
---
Mr. Bimbi: Those jeans are not working for you.
Coolio: Your face is not working for you.
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More coming soon.
let's see
EVERYTHING.
Your face.
Disbeliever, ok here lets try it:
Mr. Bimbi: This photo looks like it was taken by an amateur.
Coolio: YOUR FACE looks like it was taken by an amateur.
---
Mr. Bimbi: Those jeans are not working for you.
Coolio: Your face is not working for you.
---
More coming soon.
did you know
spending the whole weekend reading books
makes you feel less like a worthless piece of poop
I'd forgotten
makes you feel less like a worthless piece of poop
I'd forgotten
Youve got a friend like me.
I wrote a 4 page long letter to a friend.
Then I added a handmade sticker and a small VGR Love Coupon (TM).
I also drew some stuff on it.
What are you, 12?
Ey, shut it. I am in no mood for you today.
Where was I, right, I wrote a FOUR page long letter. All handwritten and everything.
Would've never guess when you said 'wrote' two times.
*Ignore*
Man, I can be such a good friend sometimes. I write letters, I get little gifts, I drop work and chat for hours about miscellaneous problems, I'm loyal also.
Wah.
No really, I've stopped talking to / bitched out / thrown horrible looks at / tripped (ok no) people that have bugged my friends. Ironically those 'friends' continue to be palzforevah with the said baddies. Geez.
Chaddi Baddies.
No, baddies. Like bad people.
Mamy Poko Pants
What?
Then I added a handmade sticker and a small VGR Love Coupon (TM).
I also drew some stuff on it.
What are you, 12?
Ey, shut it. I am in no mood for you today.
Where was I, right, I wrote a FOUR page long letter. All handwritten and everything.
Would've never guess when you said 'wrote' two times.
*Ignore*
Man, I can be such a good friend sometimes. I write letters, I get little gifts, I drop work and chat for hours about miscellaneous problems, I'm loyal also.
Wah.
No really, I've stopped talking to / bitched out / thrown horrible looks at / tripped (ok no) people that have bugged my friends. Ironically those 'friends' continue to be palzforevah with the said baddies. Geez.
Chaddi Baddies.
No, baddies. Like bad people.
Mamy Poko Pants
What?
hey, you next to me
Does the volume level of music from my earphones amaze you?
Do you think I may well be deaf or heading there?
I want to go dancing.
I didn't say with you.
Would you date someone called Carly?
What if she was really pretty?
What if she made really good sambar?
Eh.
Do you think I may well be deaf or heading there?
I want to go dancing.
I didn't say with you.
Would you date someone called Carly?
What if she was really pretty?
What if she made really good sambar?
Eh.
bleargh manifesto
It's another one of those. You know, those days where everything that's ever bugged you EVER pops up in slow yet sure succession and kills your normalhood.
Glasses fall and break again.
Maid announces proposed absence for next 5 days, today.
Ants have eaten the best of my almonds and most of my dates.
Skin break out alert.
Nice shirt does not fit anymore.
'That annoying girl''s face is all over facebook. What the heckhole is up with that? (Separately, how is it some people have faces which activate PUNCH ME impulses for no apparent (except their face) reason?)
Work, there is Work again, how the..and so much irritating bull crap work where the only answer my brain comes up with after much consideration is I DO NOT GIVE A
Tomorrow is not a holiday.
Life questioning questions alert. Eh man, why today? Go. When I'm lazing around watching Packed to the Rafters, appear again then.
Gossip Girl ended on TV with the most crapshit ending ever - which I already knew - but today had to be the last day. I don't know if I feel relief in that I dont have to watch that bloof ever again or what.
ARGH. WHAT A USELESS FEELING FEELING.
I want to go home and embroider a onesie and finish my Welcome Back flyer and continue my Dangerous Dacoit comic series.
I want to go home.
Glasses fall and break again.
Maid announces proposed absence for next 5 days, today.
Ants have eaten the best of my almonds and most of my dates.
Skin break out alert.
Nice shirt does not fit anymore.
'That annoying girl''s face is all over facebook. What the heckhole is up with that? (Separately, how is it some people have faces which activate PUNCH ME impulses for no apparent (except their face) reason?)
Work, there is Work again, how the..and so much irritating bull crap work where the only answer my brain comes up with after much consideration is I DO NOT GIVE A
Tomorrow is not a holiday.
Life questioning questions alert. Eh man, why today? Go. When I'm lazing around watching Packed to the Rafters, appear again then.
Gossip Girl ended on TV with the most crapshit ending ever - which I already knew - but today had to be the last day. I don't know if I feel relief in that I dont have to watch that bloof ever again or what.
ARGH. WHAT A USELESS FEELING FEELING.
I want to go home and embroider a onesie and finish my Welcome Back flyer and continue my Dangerous Dacoit comic series.
I want to go home.